Page 129 of Chaos Kills

“Mi reina?—”

I whip around so quickly I almost rip Reeve’s arm out of its socket when I scream. “Stop calling me that!”

I’m a heaving mess, and hot tears burn the backs of my eyes.

I hate all this.

I hate where I am.

I hate this place.

Fuck, I am fully conscious of how I sound—like a whiny baby with all this shit, but goddamn it. Can I catch a damn break? I lost Torin and Reeve within days, and I can’t bear to be in the same place with them and not be with them.

Nothing is the same. Everything’s changed.

“You better watch your fuckin’ mouth, Bay,” Matteo warns me, his face reddening with anger as Torin stands behind him with his gun still at the back of his head. “You don’t want to be on the wrong side of this in the end.”

Hint number two.

“Pretty Boy,” I croak out. “We’ve got to go.”

His face lifts, and I try my best to hold his stare, but I begin to fidget. “Excuse me?”

“Now.”

He stares at me for a moment, but must read the urgency on my face because he shoves Matteo forward, almost sending him buckling to his knees. “Looks like my girl wants us all to herself.”

Whatever.

Dragging Reeve by his hand, I’m thankful he doesn’t yank it away and begin bickering about it. There’s no exit at the end of the hall for an easy getaway, I noticed that walking in. We haveto go back through the front because I have no clue where any other exit is and no time to scout one out.

Matteo will be on our asses faster than a politician changing their mind.

Window.

Stopping on a dime, Reeve abruptly bumps into my spine, and I spin while taking him with me again.

“Break the window.”

Torin laughs, but Reeve starts to drag his feet. “What the fuck are you doing, McQueen?”

I point at one of the guys by the pool table. “Break the fucking window.”

“Mi reina,” I hear Matteo call out to me in this mollifying tone that sounds like a father chiding his child. “Don’t you dare pull that shit.”

Ripping the pool stick out of the dude’s hand, I stupidly shove it against the glass.

Nothing happens.

Duh.

Pool balls.

“Bay.”

All I can hear is Matteo’s foreboding omen of what’s going to happen if he catches me again. I’m disobeying direct orders, but I’m not going to be here to serve the outcome of what would happen.

We’re leaving.

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