Page 296 of Chaos Kills

And thinks.

“You’re not alone.” Bay immediately covers her face with her hands, and I hate myself for bringing this up now, but it’s been going on for some time.

I told Ozzy to relax when he mentioned something was wrong, blaming it on the stress. But the more I got to thinking about it…I landed here.

She’s been hormonal and fucking miserable lately. I would’ve thought it would be because of a period, but the nausea was the first sign of knocking that out of the park.

“Don’t cry, Little T.” I heard the small whimper from her lips, and that’s another example of her not being her normal self.

“Go away,” she whines underneath her palm. “I’m not.”

“Okay. But will you take a test? For me?” Her fingers ball into fists, but those little round things don’t leave her face. “I’m not leaving you. I’m always going to be here.”

“Fuck off, Cairo. You and your stupid ideas.”

Stupid or not, it’s still wild how crazy attractive I think she is when she’s pissed or throwing a little tantrum over something she doesn’t want to deal with. And I mean what I said, if she’s pregnant with one of my brothers’ kid, I’m here.

I have to be here.

I got one brother drowning in fuck-knows-what and the other has to weasel his ass back into her heart after his failed murder attempt.

Both strong and remarkable candidates right there.

“I don’t want anyone touching you if you’re?—”

“Say it one more time,” she grinds out, looking out from under her forearm at me. “And I’ll cut your balls off and proudlywear them around my neck to remind you of how serious I was when I told you to shut the hell up.”

Yeah, this isn’t the time to push back on Bay Astor.

“Little T—” Her fist flies and hits the top of my shoulder, but it’s not hard. It’s just a warning shot to do what she says. “I’ll buy you ice cream if you take a pregnancy test for me.”

“What am I, twelve?”

“A flat-screen TV for your room?”

“Now I’m a fraternity boy?”

Geezus Christ.

I knew a wardrobe would be out.

Flowers, no.

Food, maybe.

A trip around the world, she’d tell me to go fuck myself again.

“Car parts.”

Bay scoffs. “You wouldn’t even know what to buy. I’m particular with my shit.”

It’s then I realize I don’t know much about this chick.

I don’t know her favorite color or the kind of music she’s currently listening to. I just know she’s got a temper, she’s possessive, wild, and still in love with my brothers.

And you still fucked her.

“I’ll give you anything you want in the world.”

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