Page 121 of Chaos Kills

He’s so full of shit, I’m surprised it’s not coming out of his pores.

Nonetheless, if he stays true to his word—which is a long shot—Reeve will walk out of here alive.

Turning my head a bit, I put on my best warrior face, but I can’t help my nostrils flaring from the shit I’m about to endure. “Can he have some water? It’d be easy for me to get him out of here if he’s halfway sober.”

“Water isn’t going to do shit with what he’s on or what he took before. He’s been high since he arrived with two blondes.”

Two blondes and now a brunette.

I might end up smacking the shit out of him if we get out of this.

“Can you have one of your guys help me get him out of here?” I solicit, jerking a thumb over to the door.

Matteo’s lips curl into a sinister and sick smile. “Not so fast,mi reina. My payment first.”

I think I’m going to get sick.

He wouldn’t fuck me if I threw up, right? It should make his dick soft? The smell alone would piss him off. He’d have to wait.

“You know what I’d love to do…” His digits skate along my pelvis and descend between my thighs. “I’d love to fuck you right in front of him.”

Yep, I’m going to throw up.

It’s inevitable, honestly.

I don’t want him fondling and caressing any part of my body.

His breath on my skin is making me want to gag, and the thought of his lips trying to mangle with mine might get me there.

I hate him.

I’ve never hated anyone else in this world as much as I do Matteo De Leon.

But it’s the next voice that pierces the air that is a close runner-up. Someone I’ve underestimated greatly, who might be my demise after all.

A man who should take that top spot because he has tried to kill me recently.

“Funny you should say that, De Leon. Because I was thinkin’ the same thing with my girl.”

TWENTY-EIGHT

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The room feltlike it tilted the moment Bay walked into the room. All fucking legs, ass, and raven-black hair. My loyal cock came alive and begged to be stroked, kissed, or touched by her.

Unfortunately, the amount of fuck-knows-how-many lines of cocaine I’ve done tonight will not make the memories of this chick fully leave my head for all of fucking eternity.

And it doesn’t help when she’s here.

My goal is and was simple—keep snorting, drinking, and getting high until I can’t think of any-fucking-thing that didn’t include a pair of blue eyes and long raven hair.

Then Matteo served me an appetizer who looked like her.

She’s cute, more slender than Bay, but she didn’t waste any time making a move.

It was fine by me.

Her tongue has been working wonders on my neck for several minutes but thenshewalked in the fucking room.

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