Page 236 of Chaos Kills

“I told you to get the fuck out of my room!” One more launch toward the door, and Ozzy suddenly appears between us, halting Reeve from touching me further and letting me regain my footing. “Ah, yes,you.”

I hear a soft grunt leave Ozzy’s lips before his head is snapped to the side. Reeve is cowered over from throwing all his body weight into the punch, then tries for his second wind on his brother.

I know better than to get into the middle of a fistfight.

I’ve gotten a few black eyes from sticking my nose in business I had no right to delve into.

But it doesn’t stop me from doing it anyway.

“Reeve, stop.” I barely get the words out before he’s gearing back and ready to get another cheap shot on Ozzy. “Stop!”

“You knew she was mine, motherfucker!” Reeve thunders out, his face flushed already from being overly tired. “But youstilltook her anyway!”

“Her or Ramsey.” Ozzy dodges a left hook as he speaks those three words.

“It could’ve been her orus.Me. I would’ve taken care of her.”

“You can barely take care of yourself,” I object, trying to divert his attention to me instead of Ozzy.

It doesn’t work.

Clutching the back of Ozzy’s black tee, I haul him back, but Reeve still gets a bit of his brother’s jaw on his next swing, instantly making me feel bad.

Standing in the middle of both men, Reeve doesn’t bother to glance down at me. His heated glare is too busy boring every bad intention on his brother over my head.

Because of me.

I need to take myself out of this equation and quickly.

“Touch her again and I’ll kill you.”

Whoa.

Ozzy’s threat filters through the air and to my ears, but my mind doesn’t get it because it’s never heard it before.

“Kill me,” Reeve taunts, shoulders tense as he pulls in air through his lungs. “Because you won’t be the last person she’s with.”

“Stop, Reeve,” Ozzy growls out from behind me.

“Nah,youdid this.” He points an accusing finger at his brother. “You didn’t want to be seen. You wanted to be her dark shadow that chased away everything and left her wondering how she got lucky. I covered for your ass when you smoked those Void pricks and took the chance she’d hate me for punching her in the face. Now, you get to walk around here like her knight in shining armor and become the hero? You didn’t put any work in.”

“It’s not like that,” I quickly insert. “He did this to keep me away from Ramsey. To keep me safe.”

“Shut the fuck up, McQueen,” he leers, sliding his glower my way for only the briefest of seconds before giving it back to his brother. “You’re fucked, Oz. And I’m not saving you this time.”

“I’m standing right here.”

“Unfortunately. I told you to get out of my room.” He rolls those hazels back to me, void of anything he’s ever felt for me. “We’re done, McQueen. I’m done with you. I don’t want you within an eighth of a mile from me. Do you understand what that is? You race, after all, so I’m hoping that you?—”

“Got it.”

My heart skids across the jagged bottom of my stomach as I pivot for the door—embarrassed and discouraged as all hell.

Reeve has every right to feel this way. I just have to learn and accept that I don’t have an opinion in his world. Any of my fucks aren’t ones he’s going to take into consideration.

He’s gone.

And I lost him.

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