Page 118 of Chaos Kills

“You’re tryin’ to tell me there’s still racing going on at three in the mornin’, Bay?”

“It was a full list.”

“You’re not gonna make it back in time,” Matteo answers cryptically, rubbing his thumb and index finger together. “And I still need payment for the Stanton boy.”

“Name it, then. Levi isn’t meeting with you.”

My skin begins to crawl because here it is.

The day I’m going to die all over again.

Where I need to put my mind over matter because I can’t empower Matteo to have any mental bearing over me ever again.

I can’t.

Not with Levi trying his damndest to get us the fuck out of here. Not with Ellie and Mae always on the brink of danger from fuck knows what.

He can’t win over me.

“You,mi reina,” Matteo drawls, trying his best to hide his amusement but failing miserably at it.

I know him too well, that’s the problem. He loves this shit, and he’s doing his best to try to get me to squirm.

He can suck my whole dick.

“I need you to be more specific,” I quake, hating that my voice just shook a bit. “I don’t work around riddles.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you know what I want.” He takes a menacing step toward me, irking the shit out of my nerves and courage. “What I’ve been craving. What I haven’t been able to have.”

My mouth suddenly becomes dry, and I need to buy more time. If Cairo is on the phone, I just dropped two hints.

Breeze Bar.

And Reeve.

The dude’s smart—I mean, I hope. He’s the new King of Wharf Bay—and should be on his way to back us up.

“Then what?” I bite out through the growing anxiety and the nausea building in my gut.

I don’t want him to touch me. I can barely stand him looking at me right now.

The air is growing thicker with tension, but the only thing I have working in my favor is the time spent where we haven’t been together. Who I have standing in my corner and the tidbits Matteo doesn’t know about.

He knows I have Levi, but who else do I have? Who else is looking out for me? I might be crawling in my skin right now from being in the same room as Matteo, but I’m not the same stupid girl who stood by his side for way too long.

I’m Bay Astor.

The fucking daughter of the late King of South Shore.

“Then you’re free to leave.”

Bullshit.

“That’s bold,” I deadpan with lifted brows, leaving my vague observation for him to muddle and obsess over. If he truly believes I’m going to fuck him and not tell Levi…he must not remember the time he got his ass handed to him.

Or Levi beat the shit out of those memories.

“What’s bold?” Matteo fishes, stealing more space between us. “You think I’m scared of your boyfriend?”

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