Page 1 of Chaos Kills

ONE

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A WEEK AGO…

“Ah, there you are.”

Basic blue eyes glance up at me from over his cell. A glass of brandy in his hand, my uncle leans back in his leather chair to assess me. His grey suit demands respect, order, and special privilege behind his solid oak desk.

One he used to chastise Torin and me from constantly.

Torin would take most of the fall. I would return the favor by getting back at Ramsey for fucking with him.

Anticipation hangs thick in the air as I stand, pending the response Uncle Emilio so eagerly and impatiently wanted done.

“Did you do it?”

I’m ready for his wave of anger to spill over when I tell him the answer that’ll send him over the edge.

The thing is, it doesn’t bother me. Emilio Wildes has always thought of me as slow. That I worship the ground he walks on.

Truthfully, I think he’s a waste of time and space.

A man with no morals.

No loyalty flows through his veins. He leads with fear and intimidation. It’ll get him nowhere in the end.

“No.”

Uncle Wildes immediately chucks his phone exasperatedly onto his desk with an unforgiving thud. “Why the fuck not?” He rises, buttoning his suit jacket and alluding that he’s going to go have it handled in a different way. “I don’t know what to do with you, boy. I thought my order was clear enough for you to carry out.”

“Your daughter.”

His face softens at the mention of his only kin. The one thing he’s wanted more than anything since South Shore became his main focus of domination for his own selfish needs. “What about her?”

“She’ll want to do it herself, sir.”

Emilio’s eyes slit back to being annoyed. “Haven won’t.”

She will.

Especially with what my cousin has done. I’m sure she’ll choose to add him to her hit list, which will be something I won’t allow.

He’s blood.

He’s protected me. Torin is all I have besides Cairo and Reeve who still exists in this world.

And her.

Bay Astor-Wildes, with her impeccable black hair that matches what my soul feels like.

What my tattoos look like.

She is all dark features and crystal blue eyes that I’ve only had the chance to view up close once.

They almost killed me.

I wasn’t quick enough at first to dislodge the rifle in her hands, but when she racked the bullet back in the chamber, I would’ve been happy to die right there.

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