Page 116 of Chaos Kills

Hesitantly, I step inside, not knowing what I’m going to find and see. That’s the worst part about Matteo. I call Tarzan unpredictable, but my ex is depraved. The most heinous things you can think of are already in Matteo’s back pocket ready to be used.

“Mi reina.”

My queen.

Matteo.

The only loser that calls me that.

My eyes jolt in the direction of his voice. His murky brown eyes—the color of shit, which is what he’s full of—already locked and loaded on me.

He got what he wanted without having to leave his shitty bar hangout.

It’s amazing what four years won’t do when you have been with someone that long. This silly-ass dickhead still won’t leave me be.

“Where’s Stanton?” I press back, folding my arms along my chest to keep Matteo’s unnerving stare from making me shiver.

Matteo pushes off the edge of the desk he was perched on, of course coming in my direction. I dare not scan the room to show my impatience or worry. It’ll only feed Matteo’s inner demon to make me suffer.

“No hello?” he says disappointedly with a shake of his head. “Bay, don’t play with me.”

I wouldn’t dare.

I’ve never been able to beat this man.

“I thought this was a business deal?” I convey flatly. “I didn’t come for a drink. You cost me money tonight.”

Matteo lifts his head, acknowledging that he knows. “I apologize for that.”

“You what now?”

He ignores me because I have never heard this man say sorry and mean it. “I figured you’d want one of your lost puppies back. In good faith, like I said, Bay.”

I’ve never met someone so damn delusional in my life.

I mean, Pretty Boy gives me a run for my money, but Matteo is another breed altogether. He will make up his own narrative, dialogue, and ending when it hasn’t even happened yet then believe it.

My ex points to my left through my silence. “He’s right over there,mi reina.”

Slowly, I crane my neck in the only direction left in the room and find my surfer boy.

Slouched on a dirty-ass couch with his thighs spread wide, his hazel eyes already finding me before I found his.

I demand my body remain still as my pulse races, and my heart falls to my ass. There’s a brunette at his side. Her face is tucked into the crook of his neck and instant jealousy runs through my fucking veins.

Of course, Matteo would have some cunt on top of him to get a reaction out of me. One of Reeve’s legs continuously bounces, as if impatiently waiting for something. But I highly doubt it was me.

“He’s hardcore,” Matteo advises, and if I didn’t know any better, he sounds proud. “I think I’ve counted three lines of coke since arriving here.”

Wonderful. I love fucked-up Reeve. He’s a class-A asshole.

I clench my teeth together but lift my chin toward my ex. “What do you want for him?”

Matteo’s bronze skin on his face lifts. “You don’t want to go check on him?”

“Unless you’re controlling his body movement by remote, he looks fine.” I spin my finger around in the air. “What was the point of this?”

“I never got my meeting with Wallace.”

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