Page 113 of Chaos Kills

“Let me figure this out,” I reply honestly. “And why do you need to see me so bad?”

“I didn’t plan this,” he retorts simply. “He showed up with two blondes, and I’ve been keeping him safe.”

Bullshit.

“You could’ve just let him go.”

Matteo chuckles deeply, and the sound sends a hundred bad memories through my brain. Ones that, not only included him, but his boys, too. “Fine,mi reina, you caught me. I wanted to see you.”

“Let him go out of good faith,” I reply. “And I’ll meet you wherever you want.”

He scoffs. “I want more than that, Bay. It’s time you start realizing shit. The game is changing. You have a hit on your head.”

I glare at Holly as if she said it to me. “By whom?”

“Baby Wildes, of course. Word on the street is that he’s torn up about what you did to his brother.”

“You know damn fuckin’ well I didn’t kill him.”

Nothing but the sound of the Nova’s exhaust fills the air before I hear Matteo’s voice again.

“That’s not what Torin saw.” I clench my teeth because, no shit. “You have exactly two hours to come collect your fuckboy before I pepper a few bullets into his head. Then I’ll leave him on your front porch for denying me. Any sign of anyone else, he’ll be dead before you hit the door. Text this number when you’reon your way. I’ll have someone follow you in just to be sure. That won’t be a problem for you, will it,mi reina?”

My chest tightens because this is typical Matteo in all his fucked-up treachery.

He gives you the smallest bit of hope before he rips it away and corners you into doing something you don’t want to do.

“Alright,” I manage to force out. “He leaves exactly how he arrived. Got it?”

Matteo chuckles, sending a violent shudder up my whole body. “For you,mi reina, I’ll do anything.”

TWENTY-SEVEN

bay

I’ve never wantedto step foot in this place ever again. It smells like sex and dirty feet as “Me Porto Bonito” blares from the speakers inside the Breeze Bar.

I did exactly as Matteo said. No one followed me here, not that I had a lot of time to come up with a rescue plan. The wordhypocritesounds loudly in my head because I just got done telling Levi the other day that we’re not going to do anything reckless. That we were gonna lay low after his New York trip.

I promise myself this is the last time.

If you make it out alive.

Pushing my cheek out with my tongue, I shove that thought away. There’s literally no way in hell I’d call Torin to come help me, and Cairo would insist like a motherfucker to come with before I even set foot in the door.

Levi would have Rod blow the whole place up with Reeve inside.

And, Ozzy…the jury is still out on him. Even though I’m rescuing his brother, I’m not ready to entrust him with anything this serious because Matteo De Leon isn’t a game.

He isn’t a nobody.

He’s a douchebag with a high horse and a lot of confidence.

So, I stride inside the janky establishment where every male in this place has predator eyes. I feel them skate up my naked thighs and torso as I amble deeper into the land of my past.

This was Matteo’s little playground when he wasn’t romping through the woods like a lost deer. Unfortunately, no one had accidentally shot him, but he’s a hard one to find.

A hard one to get to.

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