I got home that night feeling better than I had in days. I had an apartment in the basement of the building. It wasn’t much, but it was home. Since it was summer, I had the air on full blast. It was a luxury I afforded myself because I hated being hot with a passion.
I wasn’t that hungry, so I went to bed earlier than I usually did. Bed partners for me were non-existent. If I needed release, I went to a bar. Life had jaded me on the idea of relationships and happily-ever-after. I just needed a tight hole from time to time, nothing else. But even that had been rare, lately.
As I was settling down to sleep, my phone rang. It was the ringtone that meant there was trouble with a tenant. Sighing, I sat up and answered the call. “Talk to me, Mo.”
“Rodney and Griff are at it again, Mr. Doukas.
