“And if it isn’t my whore of an ex-girlfriend,” Johnny said, his composure snapping back into place like steel locking into steel. His voice cut through the lobby, sharp and venomous. “Don’t you dare call me that,” Mia snapped, her face twisting with rage. “What are you even doing here? Are you stalking me? I thought I made it clear—it’s over between us.” Johnny tilted his head, studying her with the same casual indifference one might reserve for a roach scuttling too close to their shoe. He let out a cold laugh. “Please. I’d rather chase after a street corner side-prostitute than ever go back to you.” “Watch your tongue, you wretched fool?” a voice growled. Until that moment, he hadn’t even noticed the man Mia was clinging to. He too was surprised how he could not have noticed the man at her side. What a sight he was—short, round-bellied figure with a face that looked like it had been pressed against a frying pan one too many times. His short legs strained against a pair