Page 133 of Chaos Kills

However, I have enough problems, and the thought of Matteo watching Reeve fuck Bay sat on the top of that list.

I liked that idea better.

“My father wants Bay to sit on The Landings seat.”

My head whips around to glower at him. “What? She’s not sitting?—”

“He’s not gonna give it to you.”

Emilio.

We’ve known that forever.

However, Bay sitting on it is going to have my whole head on the chopping block. I’m surprised I haven’t had several hits on me since I dropped her in the middle of the Atlantic.

But the more time that goes by only positions me into thinking she hasn’t told Wallace.

“And you want me to do what?” I press back. “Follow her?”

“No.” Cairo rocks his head back and forth. “Our plan still stands.”

“Our plan was killing Emilio and me taking the seat afterward.”

“Our plan was killing Emilio and Ramsey so that you could take the seat afterward.”

Eh.

My brother is a psychotic motherfucker, and if he died, I wouldn’t shed a tear over it. But that was by someone else’s hand.

Not mine.

I’m already down one brother. I don’t know how I feel about downing the other.

“I’m out of planning that shit,” I profess evenly, returning my attention to the road. “Keep me out of it.”

“She wants us to find the video?—”

“I saidkeep me out of it,” I leer through my clenching jaw. “Don’t believe her, brother. Whatever the fuck you do…don’t fall for that shit.”

“It’s not gonna hurt, Torin. De Leon showed you that video, dude. We both know he’s shady as fuck and?—”

“I saiddon’t,” I bark out, clenching my fingers into tight fists. I can’t take any more talking about Judah. The nights are getting worse. Judah’s disappointment in me has reached an all-time high, and he won’t fuck off from me already.

I’m haunted by his aftermath and what’s expected of me.

If he were sitting in this car right now, he’d be bitching my ear off about offing Bay not Matteo.

“Fuck,” Cairo mutters at the same time I see Bay’s car parked in the middle of the street. Two bodies are on the sidewalk; one throwing their arms up in the air every which way, and the other standing there not doing much at all.

Reeve and Bay.

Cairo pulls up behind Wildfire’s Nova, throwing on his hazards as he peels out of the car. I follow like fly to shit. Reeve needs to get home so Cairo can get some damn rest tonight. I know he’s been concerned with how shit went down. That Reeve is off the rails and I’m not fully cognitive of the world and reality.

Judah isn’t real.

In my mind, my dreams, or my nightmares.

He’s not talking to me.

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