Page 120 of Chaos Kills

Her hair is lighter than mine, a dark mocha that casually waves down her chest, but she’s a pretty close duplicate of me.

Sorta.

Her face is a little rounder and her lips fuller, but we could almost be related. A distant cousin or, who knows, another one of Emilio Wildes’s daughters. I wish I had one of those lying around so she could take my place at those Friday night dinners.

“Move,” I order, jerking my head for her to go, but she doesn’t.

Nope, she is like me.

“Who are you?” she asks casually, permitting herself to study me like I’m nothing and she’s everything.

“See, he’s fine, Bay,” Matteo bellows out from behind me as if his words are going to mean anything to me. “No one touched him.”

“I’m going to beat your ass for coming here,” I leer before Reeve’s eyes pin into slits, and I mutter, “Shut up and don’t talk.”

“You shut up and don’t talk,” he carps back through knitted eyebrows. “I didn’t ask for you here.”

God, fucked-up Reeve is a brat.

“Yeah, well…you showed up at the wrong bar, moron.”

Reeve tsks and shrugs. “Big deal. He’s not gonna kill me.”

He’s right.

Matteo will just torture him and then send his body parts to his brothers.

Like he did so many others.

Apparently, Reeve is on a suicide mission of not giving a fuck. And I don’t have the luxury of getting high every two seconds or blasting my thoughts away with cocaine or whatever he took.

But this is serious. Matteo will kill Reeve if he doesn’t get what he wants.

“Is he up to your standards,mi reina?” Matteo’s voice is suddenly up close and too personal before I feel the pressure of his chest on my spine. “I don’t want you touching him. You do it again…I’m slicing off said body part off his body.”

“No need to be extra,” I mutter. “I?—”

“If you’re not rollin’ with these boys, why are you here?”

“I’d love to know the same thing,” Reeve chimes in, his attention back on the brunette as he runs the crook of his index finger underneath her chin.

“I’m not looking for you to blame me for anything else,” I tell Matteo. “If he’s beaten up or killed, I’m going to have my head on a spike.”

“Then…maybe we shouldn’t send him back.” His palm falls possessively on my hip as he jerks me backward and into his body. The bulge of his cock pushes up against my ass, but Reeve doesn’t miss it. His hazel eyes fall to the hand currently holding me hostage, and they don’t move. “You know I can make people disappear, Bay. Just say the word and he’s gone. No one would ever know.”

“You sure about that?” I press. “You don’t have any video cameras filming this?”

Matteo chuckles lightly. “Nah. Not in here.”

I rock my head back and forth. “Too much heat?”

“I don’t want to cause you any stress, my love. One less Forsaken fuck, the better for all of us.”

He’d love that, but he knows I’m never going to agree.

“Let me decide.”

Matteo waits for a beat before I feel him loosen his grip a bit. “Alright. I did say I brought you here out of good faith. If you’re going to be my queen, of course, you get a say.”

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