Page 124 of Chaos Kills

“Give me the gun.” Bay doesn’t move in the direction of, where I’m assuming, Matteo is, with where the gun is pointed. So, Torin closes the distance, and I watch Bay recoil away from him.

He says something I can’t hear. It could be because my brain is going a hundred miles an hour.

But she’s next to me one minute, then I’m taking in her full beauty the next.

Those blue eyes, the light blue of them, can never compare to anyone else’s. I saw Matteo’s game to give me a look-a-like. I allowed her to touch me and whisper all the dirty shit she wanted me to do about fucking her ass, but here I am.

Standing toe-to-toe-again with the girl of my dreams.

My fingers coil into the loops of her jeaned shorts and I’m dragging her against me. Eyes closing as our foreheads meet, I feel her shudder against me.

“Bay Bay McQueen…” Her scent infiltrates my body; turbo blue and power steering fluid. She was racing or doing something car-related, which has always been hot as fuck to me. “You fucked up. You shouldn’t have come.”

“I wasn’t going to leave you.”

Oh, baby. You’re going to learn.

My hands palm her hips and slide around to the top of her ass. “I have a problem. And I need you to help me rectify it.”

“What is it?” She pulls from me, and I miss her immediately. Her blue eyes search for what I need.

Still so badass and yet so sweet.

“Let me fuck you—” Her palms find me square in my chest, and she shoves, sending my uneven ass right back to couch and next to Viola.

“You’ve got me fucked up if you think we’re doing that.” Her face skews, looking at me as though I’ve lost my damn mind.

I haven’t.

That part—the one that used to give a damn—it’s gone.

“Come here, Bay,” Matteo raves angrily. “I told you.”

“Told her what, De Leon?” Torin challenges behind Bay. “That we’re bad for you and you’re the knight in shining armor?” I hear my brother tsk. “Tie his ass fuckin’ up and get rid of these motherfuckers.”

I had forgotten the small crowd behind us as the room moves at Torin’s order, and a few guys dressed in black escort them out.

I know Torin has it handled. I don’t bother worrying about it or even helping as Bay stands in front of me like she doesn’t know what to do with herself.

“Do you need me to beg?” I ask gently, receiving those fucking lucid blue eyes. “I remember doing that a few times.”

“Reeve—”

“You wouldn’t take that away from me, too, would you?”

“I love you,” I whisper, sandwiching Bay between my body and her dad’s Chevy Nova. “Don’t make me give you up. I can’t do that, Bay. Let me take care of you.”

My lips lift into an easy-peasy grin because I’m not joking. I want my dick deep inside her right now, and no one else will do.

I gave her up.

She didn’t really leave me with much of an option. But it doesn’t mean I still can’t have this. Bay Astor still wants me, that much is evident. She can hide it or deny it, but when we’re together—sweaty, needy, and utterly fucked for each other—we’re unstoppable.

“Say yes, McQueen.”

I need her to. I want her so fucking bad, I can’t stand it.

“I can’t,” she whispers. “He’ll kill us.”

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