Page 177 of Chaos Kills

My face twists. “What do you mean?”

“I’m taking her out on a romantic getaway of her choosing so you?—”

“No,” I clip out, forming a glower at his head. “What’s up with you and that chick? Why do you fuck with her like that?”

“Sheriff Muncy hates me, Bay. I don’t have his loyalty in anything.”

Fuck.

I really did it this time. Even though it wasn’t my idea, I didn’t put a full stop to it. However, I’m not a huge fan of Cairo fucking Vivian to keep her quiet either.

“Why don’t you just make her disappear?”

“You think that’s going to bode well for either of us?”

No.

But I still like the idea.

“Her time is coming, Little T,” Cairo assures me, stepping closer and sandwiching my body between his hard frame and the cabinets. “Meanwhile, you owe me for the bullshit I’m going to have to endure with this silly bitch.”

“What do you want?”

“I’ll think about it.”

The intensity in his stare makes me want to squirm, but I fight back the urge. “I’m sorry.”

“Are you, though?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll take the high road and accept your apology, but stay away from Vivian.” His free hand comes up to tilt my chin higher as our chests slightly brush. The burnt smell of smoky leather fills my nose, and he’s not even wearing a jacket. It’s just in his fucking skin as his mouth lowers over mine. “We good?”

I bob my head. Any resemblance of words caught deep in my throat and refusing to come out.

I understand he can’t do certain things to Muncy’s daughter, but I still can’t help but want him to do it anyway.

“Why do you have murder in your eyes, Little T? Is that for me or her?”

I scowl. “You know it’s for her.”

He smirks, and I fight against my sprinting heartbeat. Every second makes it quicken, and my breathing follows. “I’m glad to hear that. I wouldn’t want you to think the only time I’ve ever come in my life was listening to your breathy little moans over the phone.”

A furious blush takes over my cheeks, and I’m instantly mortified and irritated. “You can think about that while Vivian is trying to suck your dick.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Shoving at his chest, Cairo doesn’t go lightly. He doesn’t fucking go at all. “Get out,” I order gruffly. “You’re bugging me, and my sisters will be home soon.”

“You gonna come get their shit tomorrow?”

“Fine,” I ground out. “Keep the firing squad down when I arrive.”

“They already know who you are,” he assures me. “No one is to lay a hand on you. Victor was a prime example of that.”

Something clunks against Cairo’s head then, ricocheting and falling to the floor beside us. I glance down to see a discarded green container of Ozzy’s juice box.

Hubby had enough.

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