Page 215 of Chaos Kills

Together.

And, as heartbreaking as it is, I don’t want to leave this moment. I don’t want to leave him. I wish for so much, but I never fully get it. This is just another nail in the bucket of dreams and wishes that will never come true.

Torin and I were fucked before we even tried.

But it doesn’t mean I’ve stopped caring about him. Even though the motherfucker tried to kill me.

A hand wraps around my bicep, and I’m gently tugged to the left without being asked again.

Then, several gunshots go off and…yeah.

I think I know who just reentered the party and discovered the boys.

FORTY-EIGHT

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“I knowit’s not ideal, but you said you needed a place so…” Bay allows the rest of her sentence to trail off because, well, I did say we needed to buckle down for a little while. I just didn’t expect her to lead me back to the middle of nowhere where she stole my car.

Dozens of cars are still out here, some still charred from the night I tried to light this whole fucking place on fire and wanted to murder her in the middle of the woods.

The sounds of crickets fill the night air as I turn off my car and allow the back of my skull to hit the leather headrest.

“Do you want a bite?”

“I don’t eat fast food,” I deadpan because she insisted she was hungry on the way here, and despite her bitching about it, I caved.

Again.

“What were you doing there?”

Questions.

Always questions with this chick.

“Ozzy brought us.” I stare out the windshield, feeling her gaze on me. She wants more; I’m supposed to give it to her, but I don’t feel like talking right now.

“The last time I checked, the plan didn’t include you in it.”

Bay says that as if I give a fuck. As if I needed her permission to be on the little mission Wallace threw her in.

I said I was going to get the fucking video. I don’t need her to linger and beg De Leon to give it up.

“Why can’t you follow simple-ass instructions, Little Terror?” I inquire because she’s doing it. She’s driving me fucking crazy because I’m starting to actually care what happens to her.

This wasn’t the plan.

This was never the fucking plan.

But now that Torin and Reeve have fallen over the edge of no return and have several bones to pick with her, I’ve been needing to spend more time when I can’t.

“I don’t answer to you,” she retorts, and it takes everything in me not to snatch her up by her waist and remind of her how she answers to me.

Every little moan and whimper. Every sharp inhale and exhale, they were mine.

Her mouth was mine.

That whole fucking moment belonged to me, and I couldn’t follow through entirely with Vivian’s romantic weekend because my cock was rock hard with reminders of it, and I didn’t want to give Viv the wrong idea.

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