Page 153 of Chaos Kills

Like it’s supposed to be normal.

Craning my head over to Luisa, she’s taking a sip out of a red Solo cup while her light brown eyes stare up at me expectedly as though I have tabs on Bay Astor all the time.

“Why would she be here?” I solicit loudly, because we’re in Brighton. Bougie as fuck city that holds too many entitled pricks but just enough money to invest in my companies for me to attend gatherings like this.

“Because I invited her,” she yells back over the music. “She said she’d be here.”

My gaze immediately floats around the pack of people surrounding us. The intense bass of techno music has been making my head throb for some time now. I risk being deaf in one, if not, both ears by tomorrow.

“Can you go find her for me?”

My glower pins back on my sister. “What am I, her keeper?”

“Yes.” Luisa bats her eyelashes at me. “Don’t act like we didn’t see that sparkle in your eye the other night at dinner.”

This is not a conversation I want to have while I’m in the middle of a business deal. So, I tuck my arm under my sister’s and excuse myself from the asshole with a million and one questions about how investing works and when he can expect a cut for his gambling problem.

An ongoing trend here with kids who have too much money and not enough responsibility.

Guiding my sister a bit away from the speakers to somewhere a tad quieter, I gently turn her around to face me to get better information.

“Why would Bay Astor be here?”

“To party,” she replies before she shifts her weight slightly. “And because Imayhave said she could sell her product for triple the amount.”

Geezus.

“Luisa,” I grind out, feeling my blood pressure spike a bit. “Don’t become her accomplice. This is above your pay grade.”

“She wants out, Cairo,” my sister argues with a lift of her chin. “This place is fucked up.”

It is.

However, my goal is to fix all that, but I can’t do it by myself. I need Wallace to side up with me. I need Emilio gone. I need Torin and Reeve to pull their heads out of their asses.

I need more of me to make it happen.

“I haven’t seen her,” I deadpan with a shrug. “Did you text her?”

“I have, but she hasn’t answered.”

I lift my shoulders. “Then I don’t know what to tell you. Maybe she changed her mind.”

Even though it’s highly unlikely. Bay could make a lot of money here depending on how much shit she’s carrying.

“Well, I don’t like her floating around here alone if she is here. Too many handsy dudes who are already half-cocked.”

I agree.

Which means I guess I’m on Bay duty tonight.

Seems to be an ongoing trend.

“I’ll do one sweep around,” I reply. “Then, I’m done.”

Luisa smiles brightly at me. “That’s so Prince Charming of you.”

“There’s nothing Prince Charming about me other than the fact that I rule this fucking city.”

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