Page 31 of Chaos Kills

“What’s going on with your father?” I cut in because everything she has to support her is now gone.

Her sisters, however, I know will be with her soon. But Wallace is a place to land for her. No matter how they tried to make it look or play it.

“I just said he’s dead,” she clips out, taking a left turn a little too quickly, but I don’t push any further.

I know how much Roger Astor meant to her. She only stated it to Emilio a million and one times. Even if she was going to play him or side with him, Bay always brought up Roger. The man raised her, so I can’t say she isn’t giving credit where credit is due.

“What do you need?”

So much for leaving it be.

“Nothing,” she replies quickly. “We’re done here after tonight.”

I’d love to believe that.

It’s also a bitter thought because, even though she’s been the biggest obstacle lately, I’ve gotten used to her.

“I might be around,” I begin. “In case?—”

“Nope,” she retorts matter-of-factly. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about me. I’ll stay on my side of the line. From now on. I promise.”

Well, she’s never said that to me before.

However, I need to make sure Ozzy is doing well mentally. I don’t know what he’s doing. And she’s the perfect catalyst to fuck him up.

But I keep that shit to myself for now.

We enter South Shore without issue, and Bay pulls over on a random street.

“I’d ask you if you needed a ride back,” she remarks. “But I think that defeats the purpose of what you wanted.”

“I said I’d get you home.”

“And that home is gone. Thanks to your girl.”

I scoff. “Vivian isn’t my girl.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” She turns her head and gives me a shitty little smile. “While we’re giving out warnings, make sure your bitch stays out of South Shore. I can’t be responsible for what happens to her the next time we meet.”

I lift my shoulders dismissively. “I’m not going to stop you. Just make sure you hide the body so Muncy doesn’t find it.”

“Just like that?” She quirks an eyebrow. “No love lost, huh?”

“Have you ever seen me act any other way with her?”

She rocks her head back and forth and replies softly, “No. You could do better.”

Yeah, well…

Opening the car door, she’s safe and sound on her side of town. I’ve done my damn job. “Behave, Little T.”

“Oh, you know, always,” she imparts as I climb out.

I watch her take off and wait until the headlights disappear around a corner.

That woman…is something else.

EIGHT

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