Page 127 of Chaos Kills

That means everything.

“Tell you what,” Reeve drawls evenly. “It’s either you or her.” He jerks a thumb at my look-alike. “Either way, I’m getting fucked tonight by a dark-haired girl with blue eyes.”

My nostrils flare with jealousy. “You’re not.”

“Watch me.” He continues to stare, wordlessly challenging my ass when De Leon decides to step in the fuck.

“She’s never gonna do this. Bay has always known who she belongs to.”

Reeve’s brows knit in irritation as he leans to the side and glances around me. “Would you shut him the fuck up?”

Torin chuckles before Matteo starts issuing out a bunch of curse words in Spanish. A chair scraping against the hardwood floor and Matteo’s timeless threats of revenge and the aftermath of what’s going to happen with Pretty Boy’s actions.

I can only imagine murder in Matteo’s dark eyes, and I’m already chickening out with Torin. I always knew Matteo was a moron, but Torin…he’s about to board the suicide train with Reeve.

Reeve lightly taps his thigh, hazel eyes taunting and coaxing me to come back to him.

But what portion of him?

Right now, he’s angry and hurt. He’s high and highly moronic. But, deep down, my surfer boy is in there. There’s nothing more I’d love than to see him again. After Dad…everything Torin did, I need something familiar.

Something that made me happy.

“The offer expires in less than a minute,” Reeve announces before his palm lands on the brunette’s knee and slowly draws it up to the apex of her cunt. “What’s it gonna be?”

What’s it gonna be?

Levi enters my head. Our plan. His loyal countenance to every silly, stupid thing I’ve ever done. His being with me, through thick and thin, and all the things we plan on doing together.

“When we do this…everything needs to be done methodically. We can’t fuck it up. Nothing changes, for now. You still have to pretend you’re giving Emilio a chance. We can’t let on to a thing.”

Lifting my chin, I draw in my bottom lip and trace it with the tip of my tongue as I hold Reeve’s obstinate stare. “Do it and we all die.”

He doesn’t take the latter of my comment seriously.

Reeve’s lips contort into a victorious and smug smile before his arm wraps around the new chick and tugs her to straddle his lap.

“You know what’s best for you,mi reina,” Matteo cuts in, as if I need coaching at this moment, but really, it’s a threat. “These boys mean nothing to you with how easily they threw you away.”

They do.

They did.

The only person in this room who I don’t give a fuck about is him—Matteo.

Even after what Torin did, I still can’t bear the thought of his death. I want my fair shot at him—don’t get me wrong—but not now.

Not by someone else’s hand.

Even though I can’t stand being within his tawny browns and see the look of satisfaction in his gaze after what happened, it’snot the moment to deal with it mentally. I still wake up sweating from a dead sleep just dreaming about it.

The water filling my lungs. The severe and painful cold sinking and stabbing into my skin.

The partaking knowledge that I was going to die. Alone and without being able to say goodbye.

“You’re not gonna let him boss you around, are you, McQueen? You’re not scared of him anymore.”

I’d love to confidently tell Reeve that I’m not.

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