Page 17 of Chaos Kills

Apparently, I’m not, thanks to Hot Rod and his sneaky and overbearing ways.

Definitely been hanging out with Levi for too long.

“Your sisters will be at the house tomorrow.”

His muttered words don’t register at first. I’m too busy focusing on not pulling away at his blistering stare and how comfortable he appears doing it while I’m practically crawling out of my skin.

I want to ask him to say it again, but I can’t do anything but clutch the handle of my weapon harder because…is the so-called plan working?

Did Emilio get this one right?

His dark demeanor stays outside my little space, and I open my mouth before I decide against it.

“Both Ellie and Mae?”

He bobs his head and directs his heavy attention around the vacant space around me. All that’s in here is me, and a duffle bag of things I carried in here.

Nothing more.

I notice his grip on the side of the door tightening, displaying that he either doesn’t want to be here or is present to play nice under Emilio’s order.

Either way, I don’t give a shit.

Though, I’m not sure why Emilio would have me marry someone that’s not his son. It could be because of what Torin has done, and maybe my sperm donor is attempting to keep me from that fate.

Or it could be because he has other plans.

“Where are they?” I barely hear my own words over my storming heartbeat. “Are they okay?”

He gives me another curt nod.

“Tomorrow?”

Another bow of his head as he breathes in deep, his chest filling with air as he slowly releases it through his nose. He does it again, and I can’t pull my attention away.

It’s almost as if…he’s in distress or something.

“You haven’t been to the house.” His sudden comment sounds slightly irritated, as if I insulted him by not moving half my shit into Emilio’s house or something.

“Um, fuck no,” I profess with a mini scoff. “I’m not moving my sisters into that hellhole and under that piece of shit.”

He slices those pitless pools of eyes back to me, and it almost takes my breath away.

Something about him…it’s fucked up. And I’m waiting for another ball to drop, honestly. I can do nothing but bide my time and hold back before he or Emilio drop another nuclear bomb on me.

And I don’t like not being ready.

I also hate change.

Ozzy doesn’t press me to continue, he just reaches behind him, and all the blood from my body feels as though it drains from it.

I expect a gun.

For him to just blow me away.

However, a piece of paper is tossed in my direction instead, not making it but halfway to me.

Ozzy hops up along the edge of the container and looms closer. The tip of one of his black Chucks stepping onto the corner of it before he pushes it closer to me.

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