Page 189 of Chaos Kills

I didn’t watch my so-called woman enough while she continued to go behind my fucking back and mess with Ozzy. Not only could we not save him from prison, but she visited him there, too, promising him shit that she was never going to follow through on and forever keeping him as her puppy.

But she’s never had to go up against Bay Astor.

A girl who’s currently in his room, not screaming in fear or frustration, but yanking him out of his freaked-out state and throwing him into another.

I need to leave soon. I told Vivian I’d pick her up, but I needed to get things sorted first. If I don’t keep the bitch happy, she will go to Muncy and have Bay arrested.

It’s as simple as that.

Could she still after I take her out on a weekend getaway? Sure. Will she, though? No.

All Vivian is concerned with is digging her nails deeper into my skin and trying to keep me locked down.

That’s it.

She’s not hard to figure out.

“I want her out.” I slowly turn my head to Reeve, his body slouched along the wall as he looks at me with red eyes and one hell of a coming down from his high. “She can’t be here.”

“She’s taking care of Oz.” His face twists slightly, as if it doesn’t matter. As if he doesn’t need it. However, case in point, he does, and he will receive it. “Go to bed, Reeve. I’m not dealing with any more bullshit today.”

“She’s going to rip him apart,” he vouches, but his words hold little conviction to that statement. And he can hide behind all the white powder and liquor he wants, but Reeve will always be a sucker for Bay Astor.

“What other choice do we have?” I counter in a hushed tone. “He’s attached to her, has been way before you, brother.”

“I don’t want to see him fall apart.”

I don’t either.

But he decided on his own to marry her, and he hasn’t been too forthcoming on all the reasons why.

The whole just to protect her aspect doesn’t fully settle well with me as the only reason why we’re here. From Torin discovering the truth about Judah, to her breaking both of their hearts, now Ozzy.

How in the fuck did we get here?

“We won’t let him,” I promise. “We’ll make sure everything?—”

“I can’t with her right now,” Reeve admits. “I want to do so many things to her that’ll hurt.”

He isn’t a violent person, never has been unless provoked to save his own ass. So I can only assume he means mentally. Just where he’s hurting.

I step closer to him and lower my voice. “Why don’t you go lie down? We need to have a meeting tonight—together. Go sleep off some of that coke.”

“I don’t like to. That’s when I see her.”

Hence the late-night partying and his barely sleeping.

“Alright.” I can’t bitch at him anymore; I’ve already reached my quota for the day. And if he isn’t focused on her being here, it’s just one less person to worry about. “How about you go watch some TV, and I’ll get you when I’m ready.”

“I’m going to go call Holly and see if she’ll come over to suck me off.”

I smack his shoulder. “Sure.”

And if she runs into Bay, she’s dead.

That chick doesn’t seem to play too nice with other females. Vivian’s a cunt, but the moment she saw how much it distressed Ozzy, she went from zero to a hundred real quick. He’s already gotten under her skin, and honestly, that’s the best place for him to be right now. I don’t know what Oz would do if she rejected him.

Reeve trudges down the hall and disappears two rooms down to his bedroom. He’s always made it a point to stay close to Ozzy. Like he’s always on standby if he wakes up with nightmares or screams.

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