Page 21 of Chaos Kills

At least with Ramsey, she might not be as easily accessible, but that wasn’t going to stop me. And Ozzy’s not naive anymore. He was young and impressionable when shit went down withCairo’s bitch. It was the start of why we all hate Vivian’s fucking ass to begin with.

Except with my cousin’s silence, I’m growing paranoid and a little anxious that he did this and got in over his head. He’s watched her for what seems like forever. He’s been privy to all her moves before we were.

He was her demon in the dark and rescued her on a few occasions.

I just hope he hasn’t…

“You like her, Oz?”

His expression doesn’t change, which means nothing. He used the last bit of creamer last week, and Cairo threw a bitch fit while Oz did nothing.

He didn’t care.

That, or he doesn’t know how to fully digest and swallow those emotions.

My cousin has never talked about what happened in prison. If anything happened. We may have had someone on the inside with him the whole time, reporting back that he was just observant and quiet and only got into two fights while he was there but nothing more. Ozzy tries his damnedest not to exist.

“Don’t let her blind you,” I warn, feeling like Emilio right now with the preaching, but I can’t help it. I can’t have him hurt again. “Like she did with me. Like Judah and Reeve. She’s not who we think she is.”

My cousin’s gaze easily unlatches off me, and if I didn’t know any better, it looks like he doesn’t care about what I’m saying. As if it doesn’t affect him.

“Oz, are you even listening to?—”

“Yes.”

“Then why did you?—”

“Because…I wanted to save her.”

Oh, fuck, and hell no.

“Oz—” His blue eyes clench, resulting in me shutting the hell up.

She would be protected to the fullest extent if I didn’t loathe her. If I didn’t want her to feel every single thing I have endured. Not only did she murder my brother, but she shattered my heart, my self-esteem, my pride, and my brain. It’s been in a civil war with the vital organ that has latched onto her so securely it refuses to let her go.

To forget her.

“She’s not worthy,” I grind back. “She wants to put us all in the ground, and you’re one of us. But now that you have her under our control…”

To fuck whenever I want.

To kill.

Now that Judah is dead, it haunts me to no end. I can’t sleep. The remnants of what I remember of him speak back and forth. They chide me for fucking his girl. How I allowed her underneath my skin.

That I didn’t listen.

To myself, to him, to every single red flag.

Vivian did it to Ozzy and had Cairo underneath her thumb for the longest time, so why wouldn’t Bay do the same to me?

And Reeve.

While he’s off getting high, I’m being possessed by what to do and what Judah would’ve done for me if the tables were reversed.

He would take her out, plain and simple.

My brother would never second-guess himself like I’m doing now. It doesn’t matter that he may have had some deep-rooted feelings for Bay, she’d be buried in a shallow hole somewhere. Judah always safeguarded me in every way possible. His whole plan was to build something powerful and yank me out of Emilio’s clutches.

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