Page 135 of Chaos Kills

There she is.

My beautiful Wildfire with clapbacks for days and a fucking attitude that only makes me hard. That only makes me want to break her into moaning for me.

“I am when you answer.”

“I just did.”

“Bay.” She defies me by not giving me any of her attention, but, you see, this is what pisses me off. The fact that she doesn’t believe I have a say. That I’ve never had a damn say. “That’s the last time you’re in the same room with De Leon.”

“Fine with me,” she replies instantly. “Anything else?”

She swings those blue eyes to me, and yes, there’s plenty else, but those things need to die.

My want and need for her has to reach a point where I can stop myself from getting too deep, and I haven’t ingested enough alcohol to continue on.

Which is probably for the best.

“The next time I find you—” Her fist hits my cheek so quickly it’s apparent all the bourbon I have been drinking is slowing my motor skills.

My face flies to the side, and a slew of pain thrums through my head, but I’m not mad.

I knew I had that shit coming.

It was only going to be so long until Bay Astor came back.

To fight me.

“You fucked up, Pretty Boy,” she grumbles, getting up in my personal space, but I don’t make a move to take her out of it.

No, she smells like gasoline and car exhaust.

Always something different. Even smells get caught up in her web.

“You should’ve killed me when you had the chance,” she continues, her voice this warning that doesn’t fully ring in my head. “If you ever?—”

“You wouldn’t have done that if Cairo wasn’t here,” I call out because she flinched away from me before. And no one knows what I’ve done. Not Reeve, not Cairo, and even my cousin. “Consider that your first and final time you get to hit me.”

“Consider that the first and only time you’re going to get a hold of me to kill me.”

“Kill you,” I mutter, slowly craning my head to look down at her. “Wildfire, what I have planned…you’ll wish you were dead.”

Her face is flushed red, but she doesn’t back down because she has the backup of the only rational asshole here. And Cairo would never allow me to go too far with her.

Especially when she just went out to rescue Reeve.

“Let’s go,” my brother calls out, reminding me he’s still a few feet back. “We need to clear the street.”

“But who’s gonna see Wildfire home?” I taunt before my face contorts into a smirk alluding that I’d be more than happy to volunteer to ride with her.

“I am,” Cairo replies. “Can you drive?”

He slams his keys hard into my chest as though he’s trying to make a point for me to fuck off.

Message received.

For now.

“I’m fine,” I deadpan, reaching for Bay to brush my fingers along her jawline when she slaps my hand away. “So mean, Wildfire.”

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