Page 134 of Chaos Kills

He’s not bitching at me.

Whatever the fuck is happening in my head, it’s some PTSD bullshit that makes up stories and thoughts of what I need to do.

My brother doesn’t possess the power to do all this. It’s impossible.

But it still fucking happens anyway.

Every night or day when I close my eyes, there he is. Plain as fucking rain, standing or sitting there with a glower and a bunch of fucked-up ways with how he’s disappointed in me.

“Reeve,” Cairo rants out through my inner thoughts. “Get in the fuckin’ car.”

Our brother glances over at us approaching, but he seems to suffer the same as I do.

The lack of being able to pry ourselves fully away from Bay Astor.

“Matteo is going to be lining these streets any minute now,” she chides Reeve, giving him a small shove to his chest. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you to stop fuckin’ around.”

Cairo grabs the back of Reeve’s tee and begins guiding him to his Benz. “You’re a fucking idiot, do you know that?”

“Yes,” Reeve replies. “I’vebeenknowing that.”

“The fuck were you doing at Breeze Bar?”

He shrugs. “I didn’t drive. I went with two girls, and they took us there. I didn’t know what it was.”

They both walk by me, getting to Cairo’s car, but I don’t move an inch.

I can’t when Bay’s blue eyes connect with mine, and everything around us ceases to exist.

I’m in this fucked-up play of back-and-forth.

I want her out, but I want her in.

I want her with me.

I want this shit to go away, and I want to forget.

But then I don’t.

If she could do what she did to Judah, what could she do to me?

To my brothers?

Take Reeve.

Need I say more?

“You need to stay away from him,” I upbraid evenly. “I don’t want to see you near him again.”

Bay bristles, then breaks free from her spot and begins for her car, but she has to get by me to get to it. And I conveniently step in her way because I haven’t heard her confirm that she heard me.

“I need an answer, Wildfire,” I issue out. “Next time?—”

“Get out of my way, Pretty Boy,” she grinds out through a clenched jaw. “We don’t have anything to say to each other.”

“I’ve got plenty to say.” I inch forward, and Bay flinches back a bit. “Your time with him is over. You’re mine now.”

She scoffs at that and averts her blues off me. “You done?”

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