Page 25 of Chaos Kills

A beautiful South Shore girl decided she wanted to come visit me, and I don’t know if I should be intrigued or pissed.

“Pay attention, Pretty Boy. I need you?—”

“I will rip your tongue out if you don’t stop callin’ me that,” I grit out, doubling down on my anger because it’s the easiest emotion to control at the present.

It fucks with me. I hate it.

A part of me might be happy that she’s here, but I’m living in before. Judah is dead. And she was there.

She was with my enemy.

She’s still with my enemy. Just a different one, who has more brains, muscle, and mouth. Levi Wallace and I will always hate each other.

And she can’t decide between the two of us.

“Why did you have Ozzy marry me?”

“Ididn’t,” I say without hesitation. “The fuck would I do that for?”

“To control me.”

I scoff haughtily because the last person I’d need is my cousin or anyone else, for that matter, to help me obtain that feat.

Because I already do own and control Bay Astor. She just hasn’t accepted that fact yet.

“I don’t know if you’re stupid or suicidal, but you fucked up by coming in here.”

“I needed to see you.”

Nope.

Hell fucking no.

Is this how she got my brother? That push-and-pull, I-want-you-now bullshit?

“This couldn’t have been a text message?” I drone evenly. “If I haven’t gotten my point across, I don’t want to see you.”

“Funny,” she drawls. “Because you had no problem crawling into my bed and fucking me a few days ago.”

I lift my shoulders. “Weak moment.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Lifting an eyebrow, I fix her with an unimpressed stare. “I’m sorry. Did my not ripping your sisters out of your house and locking up Wallace not do it for you? Did you need me to?—”

“Shut up,” she carps out. “That’s apparently all been settled thanks to your daddy.”

What has he ever done for us that would make me want anything else? He never investigated Lennox’s death. I had to figure it out. Do you know how many of Matteo’s men I killed to find out the truth? He buried our brother with body parts that I had to dig the fuck up on my own.

Both of my brothers—my blood—confirmed the role of the woman in front of me.

Bay Astor holds the fifth Titan seat. She’s the granddaughter of Penn Northcott. I’m surprised you haven’t put that together yet.

“What do you want, Bay?” I press. “Because you’ve got ten seconds to get the fuck out of my room before I blow your pretty little brains out.”

“Calm your shit, Torin,” she grinds out. “You expect me to buy this wholeyour cousin married me because he wanted toline?”

Actually…

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