Page 192 of Chaos Kills

“Where are you going?” I shake my head, and she pulls from my touch, suddenly remembering what I said before. “You can’t be serious? You’re still going to take Vivian on some dumb-ass romantic?—”

“I told her?—”

“That bitch isn’t going to rat me out to her dad if I break her jaw.”

I force down the smirk that begins to form. Bay doesn’t need to know that her little temper tantrum sparks something anywhere inside me.

“I’ll deal with it.” She opens her mouth and then promptly closes it. “Go on. Say what you’ve got to say.”

“This is bullshit,” she grinds out. “You shouldn’t have to cater to that bitch.”

“Well, I wouldn’t need to if you didn’t steal her car.” Bay huffs and lifts her shoulders. “I bought it for her, so technically, you stole from me.”

“I don’t know if you’re a moron or just a bitch.”

A chuckle rumbles from my chest because I’m not the latter.

However, it would seem like that from the outside.

All I’ve ever given Vivian was to shut her up, keep her happy, and permit me time to gain my Titan seat so I could deal with the sheriff on my own.

“It’s not funny,” Bay retorts. “You, of all people?—”

“I have everything planned out,” I emit matter-of-factly. “You don’t need to be worrying about me.”

“I’mnotworried about you. You’re just wasting your time.”

“I’m biding my time.”

“Whatever,” she sasses back with a wave of her hand. “You don’t need that kind of energy.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for the future. Meanwhile, stay away from Vivian.”

“I did,” she counters. “Then, she approached me.”

“Because you werestealingher car.” Her lips coil into a ghost of a smirk before she gets ahold of it. “You’re an asshole.”

“Yeah, well…” She bats her eyelashes at me. “At least, I’m a pretty one.”

I grunt my retort, but it’s bullshit. She’s fucking as beautiful as she is a pain in my whole ass.

Now I get to spend a whole weekend getting harassed by my ex who doesn’t believe she’s my ex because of her ass.

“You’re a violent one,” I finally answer. “One who would throw the first punch.”

“Not at her.”

“Vivian would never throw the first hit.”

Bay bobs her head in agreement. “You’re right.”

“Shit, let me write that down.” I reach for my phone out of my back pocket. “Hold on, say it again so I can record it.” Bay smacks at my hand, and I smile. “What? I just want to play it every time you want to go at it with me.”

“Go grab some juice boxes and something salty, then you can get onto your date, Sinatra.”

“Aw, Little T,” I coo with a smirk. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you sounded jealous.”

Bay lifts her chin proudly, and I can’t help but want to just push it a step further, but I refrain. “Good thing you know better, then.”

---