Page 186 of Chaos Kills

If I have one more dude siding up against me, I’m done.

We will move to fucking Canada for all I care just to get the hell away from everyone.

I deal all the cards evenly to both of us and explain what we’re doing. “Throw a card down. Whoever’s card is higher gets to ask the next question.”

I toss the first one on the top of my deck.

Three.

He tosses a two.

Fuck yes.

“Why were you runnin’ with Matteo?”

“I wasn’t.”

Okay, he’s smart.

Ozzy’s not the silent, meek one who doesn’t comprehend shit. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he chooses what he says and doesn’t.

Yet, I’m slightly relieved he’s not with Matteo.

I throw a six, and Ozzy trumps me with a king.

“Wallace.”

Do you love Wallace?

I sigh and nod my head, but Ozzy continues to fixate on me like he has to hear the words. “Yes.”

I hurl another card while holding my gaze on him, and Ozzy glances down.

“Why haven’t you told him?”

Won again.

This was a bad fucking idea.

“He knows,” I deadpan, flinging another card, and Ozzy looks then peers back up at me.

I won.

“Why were you at my house?”

At Dad’s house. Did he know Matteo was going to be there or was he snooping around? It makes no sense.

“Protecting you.”

Two words and they flatten my resolve. I don’t understand him. I didn’t know him prior to Emilio’s introduction, yet he was still around.

He was present.

He was in my house again.

Weakly, I cast another card, stealing a glance at this round, and I come out victorious for the second time. “How long have you been watching me?”

“Two years.”

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