Page 258 of Chaos Kills

Like a fly to shit, I don’t stop my body from following her through the set of French doors leading outside. She continues along the edge at a safe distance as I click the door shut, surprised to find no one out here.

And that’s when she whips around, aware someone is following her as her black hair swings around with her body.

Bay is a vision.

A goddess.

Soft where it counts and that’s all that matters. But those blue eyes are like beacons from every single one of my fantasies, and I’m aware—this time—that it’s all for nothing.

She was all for nothing.

I wasted headspace and got too deep when I should’ve walked more with caution. Yet, I’ve disassociated care with sex before.

I can do it again.

Bay is my biggest obstacle, but with the line of coke I just snorted, I’m feeling damn good that I’m going to be just fine here.

“For someone who can’t stand the sight of me,” she begins. “You sure do have a funny way of making up your mind.”

“Just came out here to make sure you aren’t planting a nuclear bomb, McQueen.”

“Right, because I have one of those shoved up my ass right now.” She watches me attentively. “What do you want, Reeve?”

“The same thing you want… out of here.”

She jerks a thumb over her shoulder. “Ever climbed over this wall?”

“Plenty of times.”

“Care to give a girl a hoist?”

“That requires touching you,” I allow myself another slow perusal of her body and still press out, “and I’ll pass.”

Her eyes slit, flicking on defense mode. “Then get the fuck out of here because you’re useless, then.”

“It’s rude to leave a party without saying goodbye to your host.” I jerk my thumb over my shoulder. “And isn’t your fuckboy in there?”

“Which one?”

Cute.

And she knows which one.

“The one that cold-cocked me like a bitch,” I return because Levi Wallace is a cunt of the highest degree.

I can still feel my brain rattling a few days later from the hit he delivered.

The saddest thing is that I’m never going to be able to turn him.

Ever.

It’s a fuckin’ shame.

“Don’t worry about him,” she deadpans, before turning back around to study the wall, but I stop her with my next set of words.

“Cairo is all business and no fun when it comes to these things,” I offer up. “And he doesn’t chase girls when they have a place or reason for being here.”

“Then he should’ve brought Vivian.”

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