Page 219 of Chaos Kills

I know it makes no difference if I do or not. I’ve already made my allegiance by promising to grab the damn video from Matteo, but I’ll give her this.

As stupid as it is.

Wrapping my fingers around her wrist, I lean over the console and take a bite of the hideous food she just had to have and force myself to chew.

“Good boy,” she muses before I release my grip and glower at her.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“It’s so sexy when you do things for me, Sinatra. I’m starting to think you like me.”

“Hardly.”

Deny it all you want, Black. The girl is sinking deeper underneath your skin.

It’s at the tip of my tongue to say I’m not looking to get balls deep inside Bay Astor and turn into a crazed zombie like Torin and Reeve, but I am.

There’s a fine line that’s always been there, and I have to sit comfortably on Wharf Bay’s Titan seat before I’ll feel more at ease with anything.

“I’ll let that lie slide,” she conveys to me, for me, and I take it like a bitch because consenting to it being false only opens up more lies. “You should’ve taken a video, so if this burger does kill you, Torin and Reeve would know who’s responsible.”

My face skews at the dark humor, but Bay only laughs again but I know she’s hurting inside. That it’s killing her as much as it is Torin.

“We’ll get the video,” I promise. “You don’t need to—” Her car door flies open, causing the overhanging light to flick on, and my Glock is in my palm within seconds, pointing toward the intruder who just scared the living fuck out of me.

“Are you fucking stupid?” I bark at Torin, whose elbow is propped up against the open window. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

He blinks a few times at me before steering his gaze to Bay, who is currently backed up against the center of my car and ready to act. “Question is, what the fuck areyoudoing in here?”

I shove my weapon back into the holster clipped on my jeans because he fucking knows what I’m doing.

He invited his damn fucking self.

“Wildfire,” he drones, as if he’s not happy to see her either. “Movin’ on already?”

“Can’t you see it, Pretty Boy?” she grinds out next. “I’m all heart-eyes and swooning over your boy’s cock.”

His eyes pinch a bit before he snaps his focus to me. “You gonna do this with us or what?”

“Do what?” Bay solicits immediately, turning to look at me for answers.

Torin holds my stare, not acknowledging a word she says. “Someone is gonna need to keep Ozzy in line.”

Right, because Wallace would probably allow him to tear Matteo’s men limb from limb with zero fucks given on the side. We came to make sure that, for one, nothing happened to Oz. And, two, he asked if I could look after Bay.

“I’ll be there,” I reply then nod toward the woman in the car. “Let me get her home.”

“I want to talk to Levi,” she commands. “Now.”

“Don’t you want to know how your husband is doing, Wildfire?” Torin taunts. “That’s either fucked-up or there’s already trouble in paradise.”

Bay’s leg shoots out, attempting to nail Torin somewhere on his body, but she misses, and my brother is quick to slam her door, lucky not to jam her foot in the process.

“Knock it off,” I lightly scold. “You’re going to get yourself hurt.”

“Someone needs to knock him on his ass?—”

“Bay.” She continues staring out the window, but Torin has already disappeared as her chest heaves uneven breaths. He scared the shit out of her, but through the silence, it’s a reminder I’m still waiting for her and she slowly cranes her head over. “Let me get you home…to see Mae and Ellie, and if I see Levi?—”

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