Page 125 of Chaos Kills

She’s so fucking annoying.

Just because I don’t flaunt that I’m one of the three Forsaken Crew leaders doesn’t mean I’m disposable like everyone else.

I’m a king.

With no kingdom, technically.

When Dad disappeared, I didn’t reignite Newport into anything. I decided to stand by my brothers, already having two pieces of the Titan puzzle and kept it moving.

“Having a hard time getting it up for pussy, Stanton,” Matteo chuckles tauntingly, setting the hairs at the back of my neck on end, and I forgot he was annoyingly here again. That’s what happens when Bay is in the room.

Everything else disappears into nothing.

“They talk strategy first,” I hear Torin say as Bay moves slightly, and I locate Matteo sitting in a wooden chair with his hands behind his back. “Then they fuck like crazy.”

This fucking asshole.

I roll my eyes when Matteo pops off again.

“Right,” Matteo drawls, glancing up at Torin. “Maybe you should bend over Wildes. I’m sure you do it for him on a daily basis.”

“Oh, all the time,” Torin agrees, then smacks the back of his head. “Then, while he’s fucking me, I fuck Bay.”

I can feel the anger coming off De Leon’s body just sitting here when he barks out, “You’ve got thirty seconds to get the fuck out of my bar before I have you buried.”

“See, you need to be prepared, De Leon. If those guys on the other side of the room had weapons, it wouldn’t have gone down this way.”

“You fucking white boy,” he snarls. “You think you can just waltz in here and make me listen? I don’t run the Pistol Posse like those Forsaken fucks of yours. In fact, it’s like a tight ship—” Bay latches onto my hand and tries to yank me off the couch, but I’m dead weight.

“We need to get out of here,” Bay says, almost frantically. “Now.”

She tugs on my arm harder, pulling it out of the socket almost, but I don’t move an inch to help her.

“You already done waiting,mi reina?” I hear Matteo ask. “I don’t blame you, baby. Come topapi.”

Damn, it sounds like someone needs a reminder of who’s in charge.

“McQueen.” Her gaze faithfully falls back to me, and my ego amps up. “Go wait for me on the pool table. Your daddy will be there in a minute.”

She erases a little space between us but not much, careful to keep herself at a distance. “Reevie, wehaveto get out of here.”

“We’re not,” I deadpan evenly.

This Matteo De Leon has been in the fucking way for too long. I know Torin has a long-standing relationship with the fuck, but not me.

He had us jumped a few weeks back, and I didn’t retaliate on that.

He got my girl into a field, where he thought she was alone, and tried her then.

Now he lured her here with me as bait.

With all that being said, I’m high as fuck. I’m in the mood to make several bad decisions and selfishly get what I want out of it. Ozzy can kiss and suck my whole dick for all I care because there was no secret—zero—ever on how I felt about Bay.

And he took her anyway.

But in this golden opportune moment, Bay Astor is mine.

And she can’t take that away from me.

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