Page 197 of Chaos Kills

“For what?”

She wraps her lips around the juicy blunt and twists open the bottle of Jack in her hands. “For getting rid of Vivian.”

My eyebrows clash together at how casually she just said that, but I’m still not picking it up. “She’s having a spa treatment.”

“A free one, right?” I watch as she fishes a lighter out of her jeans. “Some random chick at the front desk called and congratulated her about winning one?”

There’s no way she knows that.

Unless she did that.

“It was you?” I solicit, watching her light the end of the blunt and working the embers to stay lit.

“I didn’t make the call. But I did make sure she has the experience of her life.”

I should get pissed about it.

Not because I care, but because whatever Bay did, I’m going to hear Vivian bitch about it for half a century later.

However, I can’t help but stand here and be equally shocked and in awe of Bay Astor with how fucking creative she is.

“Where is she, Little T?”

Bay flicks those sexy eyes up to me, and zero remorse lies in the depths of those blues. “Locked in a closet somewhere.”

She’s got to be kidding me.

However, no humor lands across her face as she inhales the cannabis and offers the shit to me.

Mindlessly, I pluck it from her grasp because I’m going to need it. This weekend is shot, and Vivian is going to want a redo, but I don’t give those out.

Not to her.

“So, you decided to save me?”

Bay hoists the bottle to her lips. “I came to thank you for keeping Muncy off me and my boys.” She wraps her lips around the glass and takes a generous sip as I watch how perfect that mouth looks encased around something hard. “And I never want you to do this again.”

My placid expression lifts. “Oh really? You’re giving out orders now?”

“I am.” Her tongue darts across her lower lip to pick up the excess of the whiskey she just took. “Especially if I’m going to be putting some time in you, Sinatra.”

“Time…” I repeat softly. “You think you need to watch your investment.”

“I need to watch my so-called ally. And he’s sleeping with my enemy.”

“I’m not sleeping with Vivian.”

“And when’s the last time you’ve done that?”

I don’t remember.

It was before Ozzy was arrested and went to prison. I haven’t touched her since then, even though she’s tried. I’ve woken up to her in my bed a few times stroking my cock. She even once had it down her throat, and I contemplated keeping it there just to come, but immediately remembered my brother behind bars.

The last woman in the world Bay needs to worry about is Vivian Muncy. I’ve been playing this game with her for years. She tries her luck, I ignore her, then she gets mad and takes off for a little bit.

But Vivian always comes back to me.

Unfortunately.

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