Page 119 of Chaos Kills

“You think he’s not going to retaliate? C’mon, Matt, read the—” His grubby fingers latch tightly around my forearm in warning. I’ve reached yet another line, and the best thing for me to do is shut up and shrivel back down into nothing.

Into that scared little girl who cowered at his every word and move.

“I’ll tolerate a lot of things now, Bay,” Matteo sneers through a clenched jaw. “But your disrespect isn’t going to be one of them.”

Fuck you, prick.

I hold the words back and glance down at where he has my arm. He wants to speak about respect but there’s none on my name. “Move it.”

“Or what?”

Stop. Do not utter a single word, Bay Astor.

“You wouldn’t rat me out to Wallace, would you, babe?” The pads of his fingers dig deeper into my flesh. “If you thoughtWildes ripping your sisters out of your grasp and Emilio killing your father was bad enough, you’re stupider than I thought.”

I mindlessly tear my arm out of his possession and step back.

And Emilio killing your father was bad enough. You’re stupider than I thought.

Yes, I had to repeat those words in my head because he didn’t get it right.

“My father died of another?—”

Matteo scoffs and gives me an exasperated look. “Don’t be naive, Bay. It doesn’t suit you.”

No. He’s fucking with my head.

The doctors explained everything. I can’t confidently say that I remember everything, but there was no foul play.

Unless Emilio paid off the doctors.

No, there’s no point. It’s not going to make me run quicker to Emilio to fill the father role.

Fuck him. He’s lying.

Pivoting on my heels, I refuse to think about Dad right now because I’m here, on earth, with a bunch of fucking morons.

One who is currently getting his neck sucked by one of Matteo’s sluts.

Reeve is still slumped on the couch, hazel eyes pinned on me with three of Matteo’s dudes hovering around. The office is bigger than I expected. There’s another pool table in here with green felt instead of red, like the others. Smoke hovers underneath the light as a few others play and suck on whatever is between their lips.

“What are you doing here?” I mutter through the lull of music still blaring outside the room. “You know better than to do this stupid shit.”

“Bay Bay McQueen,” he greets with an easy and cocky smirk. “Goddamn, woman, can you still get me hard as fuck.”

Yep, fucked up.

Reaching for his face to inspect if he has any bruising, Reeve smacks my hand away. “Don’t.”

Don’t.

Does he seriously think I’m playing right now?

Snapping my fingers impatiently, it takes everything in me not to snatch the brunette by her hair and yank her away.

However, when she hears it and glances my way, I realize how much of an absolute fuckhead Matteo is.

Blue eyes.

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