Page 138 of Chaos Kills

“Do I?” She doesn’t sound convinced, nor is she stupid. We both know my ass wasn’t going to say that. “How beautiful?”

“Almost fuckable, Little T.”

Bay smiles and lets me off the hook. “Almost.”

“Mhm.” I lean back in the wooden chair I extracted from the other side of her room. “You shouldn’t be runnin’ around?—”

“Don’t start that shit again,” she whines, shoving the burrito in her mouth as if it’s going to keep her from hearing what I have to say. “I already get enough from Levi about it. I don’t need you on my ass.”

I’m sure she has. Which is why I’m surprised her leash isn’t tighter.

“How do you get him to give you so much freedom?” I ask, intriguingly watching her chew away with her mouth open and zero fucks given.

“Respect,” she replies immediately. “And apparently, too much of it.”

“You could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

“Matteo wouldn’t kill me. Not yet, anyway.”

“Let’s not and say we did for the next time, alright? I put my number in your phone.”

“Under what?”

“Cairo?”

She tsks. “Boring.”

“I think putting the King of Wharf Bay would’ve been too conceited.”

“That’s what you are, isn’t it?” She lifts her shoulders and shoves another bite of burrito in her mouth.

“I am. I’m officially getting crowned for that shit soon.”

“Really?” I nod. “Like a whole ceremony and shit?”

“Like a whole ceremony and shit,” I confirm. “I’d love for you to be there.”

Bay stops chewing and immediately begins rocking her head back and forth. “Can’t.”

We’ll see about that.

The sooner the Forsaken Crew sees she rolls with me, the sooner we start pulling this shit together. How I’m going to get her there is going to take some work. However, Ozzy might be able to put in a word for me with Wallace and how beneficial it would be to do it.

“Well, I owe you, anyway,” I reply. “Consider it the next time you need something done, and I’ll make sure it’s yours.”

“The video,” she prompts. “I want it.”

“I know.”

Her eyebrows clench a bit together. “Therealone.”

I lift my head in acknowledgment. “The one that clears your name.” She takes a bite of the burrito and bobs her head. “Do you know where it may be?”

“Unfortunately, no,” she replies with a mouthful of food. “Since I haven’t been around him in so long, I don’t know his hiding spots anymore.”

“Do you remember his old ones?”

“Some.”

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