Page 229 of Chaos Kills

I get that.

I really do.

FIFTY-ONE

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BAY: This is YOUR fault.

BAY: If you hadn’t brought those ungodly cute kittens, I wouldn’t be out looking for them all day.

CAIRO: Did you leave the door open?

BAY: Yes. Because I like to invite random people into my house. I mean, would an open door keep Ozzy from sneaking in? Is that the trick?

CAIRO: Look under the bed, Little Terror. I’m sure they’re around somewhere.

BAY: I’m going to pretend that you didn’t just tell me to check the obvious.

CAIRO: They probably fell asleep in a weird spot. They’ll be back.

BAY: Tell Mae that.

It tookeverything to get her to go to school today with her missing kitten still at large, and if I don’t find it by the time she gets back, she’ll be up all night looking.

Just like I’ve spent all day looking.

CAIRO: Where’s Wallace?

BAY: Out looking for a replacement.

CAIRO: Seriously?

BAY: You don’t know how dire my circumstances are, Sinatra.

CAIRO: It’s a cat.

I’m going to strangle him.

And the reason is something I’m going to be sure makes it around because imagine the King of Wharf Bay being murdered over the gift of a kitten.

Stupid.

I make another round around the house, searching high and low again, for the millionth time. The little shit is nowhere to be found, and I even call out the hundreds of new names I can remember Mae calling it, but to no avail.

The damn thing is gone, and I don’t know how.

All I’m convinced of is that Levi and I are in the deepest shit if we can’t get the stupid cat back.

A knock on the front door stops my search as I glide over to open it, and that’s when I’m attacked.

Not by a stranger or solicitor, but Cairo Black himself.

He spins me around, slamming my spine mercilessly into the door when his lips find mine, and he coaxes them wider when his tongue demands immediate entrance.

I practically melt against him, meeting his lashes with my own before his hand dips between the waistband of my sweatpants and goes in right for the kill.

He swirls my clit around through my panties, demanding all my attention and will for his own needs when I suddenly pry myself from his needy lips and finally get a full breath in.

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