Page 136 of Chaos Kills

I know it’s at the tip of her tongue to tell me to go fuck myself, but I don’t give her the chance, pivoting and making my way over to Cairo’s Benz to get the hell home.

Reeve and I need to sleep this shit off. We need to get our heads screwed back on.

However, I don’t know the first thing to do to get over a combination of heartbreak, betrayal, and revenge all tied together with a bright bow on top.

Bay Astor ruined me.

And I don’t know how the hell to get over it, her, or what she’s done.

Nonetheless, I don’t have to worry.

When I close my eyes, Judah will tell me how much of a fuckup I am, and it’s time to either put myself out of my misery or her.

THIRTY-ONE

cairo

“What the fuck?”

Not the reaction I was looking for.

However, Bay just opened her eyes, and I was the first thing she saw, so I can’t be that surprised.

She quickly sits up in bed, the navy-blue tank top she wore last night still on while her raven-black hair is a mess on top of her head.

I’d say she looks cute if cute wasn’t a pain in the ass who went off pulling hero missions.

“Good morning to you, too, Little Terror,” I greet placidly, elbows on my knees as I stare blankly at her.

I wish I understood this woman.

She just strode into Matteo’s little rat pit and pulled Reeve out of there like she was the damn SWAT team extracting drugs. I know she likes him, and he fucking loves her regardless of his drug-riddled heartbreak, but I owe this girl more than she knows right now.

Without her, Reeve would be dead as a warning sign and a casualty of war.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Matteo did it out of spite just because I beat his ass in the Titan fight.

“What are you doing here?” she clips back, almost breathlessly as if my being in her personal space defies all decorum. She looks around then, realizing she’s back in her own room, and looks at me. “How did I get here?”

“I drove you home.”

Because her sleeping on Reeve’s floor bothered me.

She wanted to check in on him to make sure he was still breathing. She didn’t trust that Matteo’s coke wasn’t laced with fentanyl even though I told her I’d check.

She wanted to do it.

I’d come back to inspect by cracking the door open and found her staring at him while he slept through his high.

It wasn’t until about four in the morning that I found her curled up in a ball, snoring softly next to his mattress.

“You sleep like the dead.”

Bay narrows her eyes. “Who drove my car?”

I knew this was going to be an argument. However, I wasn’t going to leave the damn thing at my house.

“Me.” She opens her mouth to pop off when I reach out to give her what I brought. “I got you breakfast.” It’s the only thing I could think of doing. “As a thank you.”

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