Page 126 of Chaos Kills

Not now.

Because I’m too inebriated to fuckin’ care.

TWENTY-NINE

bay

It feels sogood to be near him right now, but it’s a jagged sword stabbing me over and over again. Because Reeve is looking at me like I’m his next fuck and not the girl he used to be obsessed with.

I never thought of myself as cocky or entitled, but I knew that. I liked that. After time went on, Reeve quickly grew on me. I became enamored and slightly giddy with his easy smiles and all the sweet-dirty things he used to utter to me.

There was no second-guessing with Reeve. He was safe.

And I slaughtered that relationship when I told him to go take a long walk off a short pier in so many words.

“You don’t understand,” I mutter as I inch closer to Reeve. “He’s on a timer. Matteo?—”

“Shut up, McQueen,” he orders, sending me an exasperated look. “Your boy wants to see what you can do.”

He doesn’t understand what he’s asking of me. I have two men currently standing behind me who have, in some capacity, fucked me over emotionally and physically.

Matteo, with his multiple years of abuse and disrespect.

And Torin, with his pettiness and revenge.

This is the last place I want to be. And we’re surrounded by the Pistol Posse while these morons want to stroke their ego with who has the bigger cock right now.

But there’s something more urgent that this idiot isn’t getting.

“I’m not fucking you,” I leer through clenched teeth. “Especially since that’s all you seem to have been doing. And?—”

Reeve has the fucking nerve to pop a damn brow at me. “And what concern of that is yours?”

“The one where I don’t want to catch an STD from your dirty ass.”

He laughs, but it’s not brimming with surfer-boy vibes that fill out the melody, but blatant disregard for what I’ve seen. “I still wrap up, McQueen. I’m not that dumb—well, I didn’t wrap up with you, so maybe I am.”

See, I’d love to counter that comment with a clapback but, again, no time.

You see, the thing is, Matteo always has one of his goons coming in to check on him. My ex was so paranoid that someone would waltz in and try to murder him he was always on constant watch.

I’m not sure if he still does this, but I’m not looking to have two dead Forsaken assholes on the floor and Matteo still breathing at the end of this.

“She doesn’t want you,” Matteo imparts calmly. It’s the calm before the storm. This is him challenging his power and what the boys will and won’t do.

But he doesn’t know them like I do.

Especially Torin.

“Is that true, McQueen? Do you not want me?” Reeve’s hazel eyes peer up at me with empty hope, but I can’t fall into them now.

We need to get the fuck out of here.

“I’m married, dude.”

Reeve smirks at that, but it’s the only thing I could think of to get him back to reality. “And I remember tellin’ you that I didn’t care if you had a man.”

I have no loyalty to Ozzy. But he’s done shit for me he didn’t need to do. He brought my family back together, and that means something.

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