Page 155 of Chaos Kills

“She hit Stanton.”

So?

Iwant to hit Stanton.

It’s been on my to-do list for fucking weeks at this point.

“I said let her go,” I repeat. “Or you’re gonna be bleeding out on this floor where I’m going to leave you. And it’s gonna be a kill shot, Victor.”

His eyes narrow as if my command means nothing because I’m not Reeve.

This silly-ass prick has had a hard-on for my brother for years. And Reeve has done nothing to stop his little crush and obsessive ways because he fucks him every chance he gets.

Or he did.

That’s until Bay showed up.

Now, I’m dealing with a jealous male who may have found the problem he’s been facing.

And I don’t repeat myself three times to anyone.

Except the woman he’s still currently holding because there isn’t shit I can do to stop her. Every consequence comes with a counter-repercussion because she has Wallace on her side.

And he’s not my biggest fan, clearly.

Reaching for the 9mm tucked into my waistband, I pepper off two shots in Victor’s thigh, but he doesn’t go down.

He just flinches.

Stupid fucking high-on.

I know he’s been supplying Reeve with cocaine. I’ve also had a very specific talk with him to stop before I did what I just said I was going to do.

Two offenses, a bunch of repeating, Victor doesn’t take me seriously.

I might be the new reigning King of Wharf Bay, but it comes with a lot of work to gain the respect from an asshole like this that I used to run with. I’m one of three that head the Forsaken Crew, but Victor doesn’t see it that way.

Reeve is king, and he doesn’t need to answer to anyone but him because I don’t hand my cock out.

Won’t be either.

Without hesitation, I lift the gun before thrusting my opposite elbow down and into the crook of his. He drops Bay in an instant before I’m shoving him back and yanking on the trigger.

The bullet hits him in the throat, in the exact place he was holding my girl, and down he goes.

Finally.

His hands instantly go to the place I shot him, eyes wide with surprise then regret, but I’m already turning toward the woman who’s the start of all this.

“How the fuck didyouget involved in this shit?”

Bay’s blue eyes come into view the moment I’m in front of her, and all she does is stare at me like I’m either fucking insane or she doesn’t get me.

I’d rather keep it that way.

But then I see the deep red claw marks of Victor’s fingers along the sides of her throat, and my jaw clenches at the same moment I hear the dickhead behind me gurgling. Possessivenesspushes through my chest when Bay’s lips part, but only one word comes out.

“Reeve.”

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