Page 211 of Chaos Kills

“Word on the street is Torin Wildes still wants you fucking dead.” My eyes bulge from my head before I right myself. I need to remember not to be so easily fucking swayed by anything that comes out of my ex’s mouth these days. “I guess his little rescue didn’t help things, did it?”

“You know how boys are when they get their feelings hurt.” Matteo steps out in front of me as the words leave my lips, and I meet his chocolate brown eyes and cleanly shaven tan skin. He looks like how he did when we were kids—a fucking tool.

“Wouldn’t know. You ruined all females for me, Bay.”

“You don’t have feelings, Matteo.”

He drops his disgusting gaze down my body slowly, as if to see if I’ve changed since the last time he’s seen me or if I’m hiding a machete in my pants, who knows? “You did when you said you weren’t interested in Judah. However, I am stumped on why you’d be here, so color me curious.” His eyebrows clash together, turning into his old self. “What the fuck do you want?”

Well, no sense beating around the bush.

“I want that video.”

“What video?” He fishes into his jeans and pulls out a box of Newports.

“Judah’s.”

Matteo slices his attention back to me and bores daggers at my head. “What the fuck did I say about you mentioning his name around me again?”

“Whose?”

Two can play the stupid game.

He tsks at my antics and pulls out a fag. “What the hell do I have to feel guilty about when you lured him into those woods, Bay?”

I didn’t, and he knows it. We’ve only fought about it a million times.

“You have me on his hit list, Matt. Torin thinks I murdered his fuckin’ brother.”

“Bitch”—he takes a single step in my direction, and I mindlessly shy back—“call me Matt one more time, and I’m gonna teach you again how to speak to me.” He lights his cigarette before inhaling a long hit, and it seems to settle him down, but he waits a few beats before speaking again. “He’s not for you. He’s weak. Look how quickly he fucking turned on you.”

Like you, fucker?

“Heard you got married.”

“That’s old news. I’ve been married, Matteo. It’s nothing.”

“Sounds like something to me. You don’t just marry into that family and not expect shit to happen.”

“Oh, I expect shit to happen.”

“Like?” I hit him with ayou’re fucking with me, right?look to which he scoffs at. “I didn’t think you were that stupid. I always said you could come to me, Bay. Why do you insist on fuckin’ with those white boys?”

“Why would I run to the prick who turned me in?” He quirks a brow.“Oh, so now you’re back to playin’ stupid again?”

“I did it for you.”

“Me? Getting me underneath Torin’s radar was for me? How so? I’d love to hear your fucked up logic.”

“Got you to see their true colors, didn’t it?” I glower at him as he takes another hit. “Don’t get into your feelings, girl. You’ll see one day what I mean.”

“Don’t pretend you did it for anyone else but yourself,” I retort, clenching my hands into tight fists to keep from freaking out at how painfully close he is. “Give me the video.”

“For what?”

“To show that I wasn’t responsible.”

“For stabbin’ Judah?” He tsks. “You were.”

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