Page 20 of Chaos Kills

My cousin stands along the edge of the kitchen and the living room, dressed in tattered black jeans and matching shirt as he stares at me like he always does.

Which is shit I can never fucking read sometimes.

“Why did you do it?” I press, a mixture of enraged, irritated, exasperated, and plain jealous.

Yeah, the last one pisses me off even more than I already am.

She’s mine annoyingly enough because I can’t let her go until I’ve fucked and destroyed her out of my system.

I hunger for peace, but I’ve received none. Not when my thoughts are constantly of her, what she’s done, what I’ve done, and how she played me exactly how I initially always thought she would.

Ozzy doesn’t reply, watching me approach him with ease. Completely and utterly with zero fucks given over here and I can’t match him.

I never can.

“She killed Judah.”

“I heard.”

Two words, no emotion.

My hands ball into fists, and I’ve never wanted to hit my cousin before, but right now, I’m tired of everyone acting like I’m a fucking psycho over being upset that my brother is dead by the woman I was fucking.

Who I was in love with.

“She killed Judah,” I repeat to make sure he fully understood me. “She murdered my fucking brother.”

Ozzy’s blue eyes remain locked on mine, but he doesn’t utter another word.

Slowly, I cock my head to the side, not understanding why he would do this to me.

I know he’s watched her and told us where she was and what we needed to know, but this nixes everything. He was the first person I called after Matteo De Leon dropped the fucking bomb on me.

“What are you doing, Oz?” I press. “Why would you…” My next words get clogged in my throat because I don’t want to dredge up his bad shit. The reason he got thrown in prison. The way he is with females as a whole.

Ozzy’s—to put it bluntly—been fucked up in the head since he was a child. He was sitting in a pool of blood when the cops found his parents dead with his baby sister. He’s never been social, really only speaking, which isn’t much, to Reeve, Cairo, and me. With everyone else, he’s pretty immune and off-kilter.

He doesn’t like attention. He’s fine living in the shadows and not dealing with life as normal people do. And I’ve protected him time and time again from Emilio and anyone else who decided to fuck with him.

But I couldn’t save him from Vivian.

And I couldn’t save him from jail time either.

However, now, he’s physically linked to Bay, and that’s obviously a fucking problem for me.

“She was going to marry Ramsey,” he tells me, like I didn’t already know.

“We already knew that,” I retort sharply. “And we also know she’s trying to fuck us all over. All of us, Oz.”

He blinks at me a few times, as if computing all the words I’ve already said to him once over. He’s not slow. He’s sharp as a fucking tack. However, I’m not understanding why he’d stamp his name with hers.

I failed him once before, and I’ll never do it again. Bay fucked me over and spun me into her web, and she’ll easily do it to Ozzy.

However, ever since what happened with Vivian, I can’t see him growing close to her. I can barely see him speaking to her, really.

“Why did you do it?” I ask, my voice calmer, even though my blood won’t stop sprinting through my veins. “Was it…”

Was it for me? Us?

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