Page 24 of Chaos Kills

“Yeah, brother. I know. But we have the same bad taste in women who crave power or whoever has it. Open your eyes.”

“I have, but?—”

“No, brother,” Judah says, more urgently with a shake to my shoulder. “Open your eyes.”

Confusion spreads across my features when I feel something suddenly kick at my foot.

Then again.

I jolt upward, discombobulated and on edge as I blink back what the fuck my brother just said to do.

However, when my vision begins to edge out the surroundings of my bedroom, I zero in on the body kneeling at the end of my bed.

Thoughtlessly, I stretch my arm back to grasp the Glock underneath my pillow.

Another nightmare starring my brother.

“Don’t,” a feminine voice snaps, causing me to freeze on impact.

Hers.

This equally sweet and deep tone that fucks me every time I hear it.

Every. Time.

Craning my head back toward the sound of it, something is plopped aimlessly between us, and a flashlight shines toward the ceiling.

Dark, unruly locks are the first thing I register. Then the shadows over the left side of her face caused by the flashlight, and my woman has a gun pointed at me like she’s ready to use it.

She won’t.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I leer, my index finger flirting with the trigger underneath my pillow, but let’s not get it fucked up.

I’m not pulling it.

“What did you do, Pretty Boy?”

In my sluggish state, her question doesn’t register. But the nightmare of my brother does.

You got this. You know what to do. It’s always been us.

I shove his words back because his answer isn’t the one I wanted to hear.

But you don’t get to choose what other people do and don’t.

This isn’t the first time I’ve seen Judah. I have a feeling it’s not going to be the last. The nightmares have gotten worse with each passing day. He confirms what I need to know, but then talks like he didn’t die. He speaks of Ramsey like he was our savior when I never saw it that way.

All Ramsey and Judah used to do was fight—constantly.

But now that he’s dead, Judah saw an error in Ramsey’s ways as being valid? Because I sure as fuck haven’t yet.

When you die, do you automatically become an idiot and forgive everyone?

A quick succession of snapping fingers drags me back to the present, as well as the drawback of a hammer on a gun.

I force myself to wake the hell up and concentrate on the here and now.

Judah can fucking wait.

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