Page 168 of Chaos Kills

Though, he did poke at Cairo the whole time we ate dinner—which the girls thoroughly enjoyed. The man is making my cooking skills look like those of a five-year-old, and that’ll be thelastsupper he cooks for us.

The boy is trying to make me look bad and shit.

The ping of a text message follows a few seconds later, and I’m too curious for my own good to slide down the notification to see what it says.

CAIRO: I hope you didn’t think I forgot.

So, yeah, I did slide my panties into his pocket before he left. The look he gave me was nothing short of lordly and presumptuous. However, I didn’t give a fuck if he thought I was champing at the bit to do it. The ball was in his court now, and he could do whatever he wanted with them.

Flapping my fingers in the air for quicker results, I chance it with one hand and text back.

BAY: I didn’t take you for someone who forgets anything, Sinatra.

CAIRO: Call me back.

BAY: Busy.

CAIRO: You’re not anymore.

One of my brows flies mindlessly to the ceiling because he doesn’t know yet. I don’t roll over and play bitch to kings of anything or men who haven’t been nice to me in the past.

BAY: My fingernails say different.

CAIRO: Did you start without me?

BAY: Hardly. I haven’t thought of you at all.

Oh, how you lie, Astor.

CAIRO: Let’s see if we can remedy that.

My phone goes off again, another call coming from the man himself, and he obviously knows I’m by my phone. But let’s see what this man can do and what he does with my personal items.

Hitting the green button, I put my nails up for complete assassination when I pick it up to bring it to my ear.

“You must have a reading problem,” I greet flatly. “I just told you I was busy.”

“And I told you I wanted you waiting.”

I scoff lightly. “Well, you’ve got the pompous king thing going on right now. Congratulations.”

“Don’t act like you don’t like my brand of asshole, Little Terror. My brothers would tell me differently.”

“And would your brothers give you the green light to call their ex and have her panties in your hand?”

“My brothers are too fucked up in the head from said ex to ask anything. And, the truth of the matter is, I saw you first, before Reeve. And, if we want to take it a step further, I’d also put money on it that I met you before Torin.”

I never thought about that.

Cairo and I met in jail, of all places, when we were barely able to be out past when the streetlights came on.

We were only together for a few hours but still.

“That doesn’t win you anything,” I retort softly. “But my answering the phone.”

“So, what you’re saying is that you didn’t want to see what I would do with your panties currently wrapped around my cock.”

“I dunno. Ask myhusband.”

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