Page 231 of Chaos Kills

“Get him. I’m going to need his muscle for this one.”

My pulse picks up at how disturbed Cairo sounds. “Where is he?”

Cairo inhales deeply before spewing, “Brighton. Again.”

“He’s not going to come to me,” I argue truthfully. “He can’t stand the sight of me.”

“I have an…” His exhale is weighted, and I don’t like how I heard it nor that he did it. “Idea. And he’s gonna get hella pissed.”

“What?”

Cairo steps forward, erasing but a foot between us, and peers down at me with a detached expression. “I need you to show up with Wallace.”

“Okay…”

“Then you take it from there.”

“Why do you need muscle?”

“Because he’s fucking Devin Donahue.”

My stomach immediately drops to my ass, and I can’t breathe. A pain in my temple starts to throb incessantly, but I still torture myself and forge through. “Who the hell…is Devin Donahue?”

“The mayor’s son. Comes with a full security detail, and hereallylikes Reeve. If we drag Reeve out, we’re getting thrown out.”

“Why would?—”

“Because Devin is an entitled prick, and he doesn’t like his fun being fucked with.”

I bob my head, even though I don’t care about Devin whoever.

Because he’s fucking Devin Donahue.

Reeve has every right to do whatever he wants to do after what I did to him, but I didn’t think it’d be like this.

Never like this.

“Bay…” I blink, bringing Cairo back into view. “Do you want me to try something else?—”

“How are we supposed to get in?”

Cairo studies my face for a second before saying, “Open invitation. We won’t have an issue with that. But you walking in with me isn’t going to do anything. Reeve won’t believe you’re with me like that.”

“We’re not.”

Cairo’s dark eyes pinch. “See? You’re already believing it.”

I didn’t mean to say it like a dick, but Cairo…this is just for fun. He’s never going to rid himself of Vivian, and I’m not going to beg him to either.

And I think I have enough boys on my plate for now.

“How do you expect Wallace and I to pull him out?” I ask, digging my nails into my palms to keep my voice steady.

“I’ll handle the distraction,” he replies smoothly. “You get him out.” I bow my head even though I don’t want to do this. I’d rather deal with my prior issue. “The kitten is behind Mae’s stuffed animals in the corner.”

My eyes widen. “What?”

“You’re welcome. Now, you owe me.”

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