I pull in a deep breath to calm myself. “I didn’t give her a questionnaire before moving in.”

His smirk widens. “Oh, how I miss that mouth of yours.”

I hold in the urge to dramatically make a vomiting noise. I don’t want him to miss anything about me. I don’t want him to even think about me.

I remain in my bedroom doorway, maintaining a safe distance between us. “Look, Quinton, I don’t care what you’re doing. Keep committing crimes. Don’t. I don’t give a shit. I got into trouble because you’re a coward, but I’ve moved on.”

His back straightens, his smirk dropping faster than his loyalty to me. “Coward?” he huffs. “I’m no goddamn coward.”

I imitate his huff. “Who puts drugs in their girlfriend’s car, and then when said car gets searched, claims the drugs aren’t his? You made me take the fall for your crime. I rode off in a cop car, and you drove away in your brother’s Mercedes. That, my regrettable ex-boyfriend, is a coward. Be lucky I don’t rat you out.”

“Why didn’t you snitch on me then?”

“I don’t want your wrath, obviously. I was stupid enough to date you, and now, I want nothing to do with you.”

“I’m the one who decides when I’m done with someone. Not the other way around.”

I snort. “Think again. I’d never touch a loser like you again, who lives off daddy’s money but wants the high of playing drug dealer for a few years.”

Wrong words.

I know my mouth has gotten me in trouble again when he jumps up from the bed. His face reddens in fury as he snatches my elbow and jerks me into my bedroom. I gasp as his hand moves to my throat, and I’m slammed against the wall.

“I will end you.” Quinton hisses in my face. His grip tightens before he suddenly pulls back, his hands slapping the wall on each side of my head.

I draw in a shaky breath in an attempt to calm myself that does nothing but that. “Don’t be stupid, Quinton. It’s not smart, breaking into a judge’s daughter’s house. It might lead to you getting in trouble.”

The reality of my words dawns on him.

He drops an arm but doesn’t pull away. “You fucking cunt.”

I brace myself for another chokeslam or slap or something, but he takes a step back.

“Fuck you, Cassidy.”

“Get out of my house.”

Me and my big mouth.