Page 128 of Chaos Kills

But I am.

Matteo isn’t petty, he gets even.

He waits.

Then he slaughters and makes me watch.

“She knows what’s good for her,” I hear my ex proclaim, and my inner teenager quivers in apprehension of what he has planned in his head. “Someone strong enough to take the reins and navigate her in the right direction.”

“You call sexually abusing her, navigating her in the right direction?” Torin upbraids evenly. “I outta give her this gun and let her use you as target practice, you silly, stupid, son of a bitch.”

My ex laughs. Assuredness laced through the sound because he’s so sure of what I’m going to do.

Reeve and Torin are not going to allow me to walk out of here without showing Matteo that they own me. They’re both too fucked up from this ordeal to think clearly.

Fucking Cairo.

“Stay with me, McQueen,” Reeve’s voice coaxes along the back of my reality as he kneads the girl’s ass in his lap.

I love him.

And I fucked it up.

I can’t comprehend fully how I’m ever going to let him go. It’s selfish to want to keep him after what I did and how I made himfeel. If I had told him everything, explained and broken it down, maybe we wouldn’t be here.

Maybe I would’ve murdered the only boy who ever truly just wanted to be with me.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

No hidden agendas.

Just us.

“Go sit on the pool table like a good girl,” Reeve mutters gently. “And I’ll make sure to take good care of you, baby.”

Mindlessly, I move—to where I’m not entirely sure yet—when I see Matteo’s body lurch toward me out of my peripheral.

He’s caught by the back of the shirt, before the barrel of Torin’s Glock shoves into the back of Matteo’s head, forcing it forward a bit.

“Ah, see here is where it gets fun,” Torin snarls as he glowers at the side of his face. “I finally get to show you who she belonged to this whole time.”

“You’re gonna be dead in a few minutes, boy,” Matteo spits out, glowering at me like I’m the one holding the gun. “I guarantee it.”

Fifteen minutes.

The allotted time that Matteo has his dudes come in to check on him.

I know we’re close to that.

Moving forward, I rip the girl by her hair off Reeve’s lap and allow her to topple to the hardwood floor before I use all my strength to pull my surfer boy off the couch.

“Reeve.” At the sound of my voice, the small yank around his wrist gets him to faithfully come to me without any resistance. Peering up at him, I only can think of one way to get him out of here alive. “Do you want to fuck me?”

His hazel eyes glimmer and deepen into a darker shade of hazel. “Why do you ask that?”

“Not here,” I whisper. “Not with him. I know you want me all to yourself.”

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