Page 19 of Chaos Kills

A pair of keys jingle in the air next, and I quickly catch them, feeling the cold metal touch my palm as my face twists in confusion because Mr. Talkative over here isn’t just spitting it out.

“Color me confused,husband. What is this?”

“Yours.”

“Mine?” He gives me a curt nod, demonstrating he’s just a man of few words, and a conversation isn’t something we’re going to be having tonight. “Why?”

His body shifts, but it looks like it’s because he’s tense and needs to release some of the knots in his body.

He doesn’t like me.

And that’s okay. Maybe it’ll get him to stay the fuck away from me.

However, it doesn’t explain any of this.

At all.

“I need you to tell me what you’re doing,” I impart, because maybe he’s slow or deaf like Torin? “Why are you handing me over a so-called house?”

“You need it.”

Yeah, well…he’s not wrong there.

Glancing at all my stuff that’s thrown in every which way, I’m at a loss of what to do, now.

If Ellie and Mae are really getting out, they need a place.

A room.

A bed.

I need a fridge stocked with food. I need to go see Dad—I feel my excitement flee my body in that exact moment.

Another reality check.

Inhaling, I look back to Ozzy.

But he’s already jumping out of the train cart and disappearing into the pitch-black darkness of the night.

FIVE

torin

“What did you do?”I immediately rise from the couch when I find Ozzy walking into the house, fury boiling over in my veins at what I learned of today from Daddy Dearest.

On top of what my brother has already told me.

“Bay didn’t marry Ramsey,” Emilio says flatly, looking down at a thick set of files in his hands. “So, if you’re going to traipse inside my office like a lunatic, you can take your crazy ex-boyfriend ass and get the hell out.”

I’m shocked, I’m not gonna lie.

I’m also fucking relieved.

And my conversation with Emilio is over.

Until he opens his fucking mouth again.

“She’s married to Ozzy.”

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