CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
A red Bentley sped from around the corner of Antonietta’s apartment building and skidded to a stop behind Kaya’s car before she unlocked her door.
“Kaya.” Seven hopped out, sweating and holding a bouquet of assorted flowers.
“My god.” Kaya backed into her driver’s side door. “Seven, what the hell are you doing here? Did you follow me?”
“It’s my lunch break.” He swayed with empty eyes. “I had to see you.” He walked toward her, extending the flowers.
“I don’t want those.”
He grimaced, holding them to his side. “Why not?”
“Seven, what is wrong with you? I told you I’m done with your ass.”
“Well, I’m not done with you.”
A woman walked from the building and glanced at them on her way to her car.
“This is insane.” Kaya’s purse fell off her shoulder. “After the way you
