Page 196 of Chaos Kills

LUISA: It’s alright. He’ll be there all night with her.

I can see what she’s doing from a mile away.

She’s trying to make me jealous, sticking the idea of what they could be doing just to rile me up.

It’s working.

Apparently, Cairo will go to great lengths just to keep Vivian within the palm of his hand. And I wonder if that’s why he won’t touch me or do anything more than stroke his cock to the sound of my voice.

BAY: You’re adorable, Luisa. But nice try.

LUISA: I prefer diabolical.

At least she knows.

However, I don’t like it. I don’t like Cairo being holed up in a hotel room with Vivian Muncy, but it’s not my business.

It really isn’t.

It isn’t my place either.

But I hate that bitch more than words can describe. And one day, I’ll get her back for the things she’s tried and done.

And what she’s already gotten away with.

I’m not the only one she’s fucked over, apparently. Questions of what she’s done to Ozzy still linger in my head, as well, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get those answers.

Cairo won’t tell me.

And grabbing tidbits of information out of Ozzy is like finding the recipe for whatever bullshit Cairo made the other night.

But Vivian…that bitch is easy.

And I’m petty enough to give her a dose of what happens when she fucks with me.

FORTY-FIVE

cairo

“What the fuckare you doing here, Little T?”

On the other side of my hotel room door stands the girl I can’t stop thinking about. By choice or not, she’s always a subject of conversation, always being brought up, always the fuck around.

She lifts a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand, then shows me a fat blunt in the other before I find myself stepping aside and making room for her to enter.

She can’t stay here.

Vivian is off getting pampered, and I was bought some time away from her to regain some of my sanity back, but it’s gone the moment my eyes land on Bay Astor.

In a black crop top and some of the shortest jean shorts I’ve ever seen, her blue eyes remain locked on me as she steps up to my chest and offers me all the shit I’ve been mulling over for too long.

This girl is trouble.

I can see how easy it is to get wrapped up, and I have to keep my head on straight.

No one else is.

“You’re welcome,” she replies, as if I’m supposed to know what the hell that means.

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