Page 123 of Chaos Kills

De Leon jolts away from Bay and spins—surprised.

Again, moron.

A yawn takes over my mouth, and I stretch my legs even farther because the party’s over. Torin will drive me home, andI’ll sleep for the next twenty-four hours and knock another night of this back when I awaken.

Everyone needs a routine.

This is currently mine.

I hear Matteo bitch about something, what Torin is doing here, but…like I just said…moron.

How did my brother find us? No clue.

Don’t care either.

I could use the shuteye and some water because Victoria or Velma over here isn’t going to do it anymore.

Not with Bay in the room.

“Wildfire, go show De Leon why you won’t come back to him. He obviously needs to learn firsthand.”

Bay slowly shakes her head, and I notice the small tremble that takes over her body as she wraps her arms tighter around herself.

I didn’t really notice before, but Matteo gives her the creeps like no other.

I could see why. The guy won’t fuck off already, and she hasn’t shown any sign of lust or attraction since being in the room.

Why didn’t she bring a gun and just shoot him?

“Reeve.” My eyes slice up to Torin standing directly in front of me. I stare up at him, confused. His light brown eyes are full of mischief and a bat-shit load ofwe’re going to get in some trouble. “You alright, brother?”

“Yeah, man,” I reply mindlessly. “I wanna go. This place is boring.”

“All in good time.” He smacks my shoulder and glances over at Vanessa. “Why don’t you fuck off, sweetheart? Playtime is over.”

“But—” she starts, but poor thing, she doesn’t know what she’s up against. My concentration was stolen the moment Bay walked into the room, and I want no one else.

“Bye,” I dismiss, not bothering to glance over at her.

It’s always the same.

Disappointment, rejection, shit I’ve felt before, but really don’t give a fuck about right now. The woman who did that to me is in the room, but I can’t bring myself to focus on what she did over what I want.

“Our girl is here. We need to fix a few things.”

I lift a brow. “Like?”

“Matteo De Leon was about to fuck our girl,” he claims flatly, and I can see it in his eyes—a lesson is required. “Right in front of you.”

“Hold up, Valerie,” I tell the brunette who’s rising from the couch. “Sit.”

I silently lift my chin for Torin to do what he wants or needs to do. And the fucker smiles before in tandem to my agreeing to whatever bullshit he has for tonight.

“Wildfire, come here.”

It takes what feels like forever for Bay to show up in my view, but her focus is locked on Torin’s. Trepidation fills those beautiful blue eyes and Matteo fucked with her more than I thought he did.

There’s so much more that I don’t know about that story.

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