Page 44 of Chaos Kills

Another reckless decision brought to you by Bay Astor.

I swear to Christ, I don’t know how she’s still alive sometimes. The sheer stupidity of the things she does would have anynormalhuman being six feet under.

“Still don’t understand how you got involved.”

Ozzy pushes his lips out. “Easy. He needs her to stay. With Ramsey, she won’t.”

“Maybe that’s for the best.”

He shakes his head. “No.”

Leaning forward, I rest my elbows along the table and fix him with a serious expression. “Even after you know what she did to Torin and Reeve? You still?—”

“Yes. She needs to stay.”

She doesn’t.

I know that Ozzy doesn’t form a lot of emotional attachment, but he loves us in his own weird-ass way, but I’m still confused.

“What’s the end game here, Oz? Because from where I’m sitting, it’s not going to end well—again. Torin is torn up about Judah. He loves Bay…and she took the only person he had and allegedly murdered him. You know he’s never been close toRamsey and Emilio, and with his mom on pills, Judah…he was supposed to come back for him.”

“Safe. She remains safe.”

And the way he says it, it’s naive. Which is unsettling because Ozzy thinks before he acts. He’s like me in that regard. However, I fear he’s watched her for too long and feels responsible in some way.

I feel responsible.

I didn’t see the video. However, I’m not fully sold on the idea of a teenaged Bay stabbing a dude repeatedly and then putting a bullet in him for the fun of it.

“We need that video,” I pledge. “We need to know for sure.” A detached expression illuminates his features as if he hadn’t thought of that or doesn’t want to face it. “Do you understand why?”

He gives me a curt nod but doesn’t look happy about it.

“I haven’t heard from Reeve in a few days. I’m going to go look for him.”

“He’s at Sunset Strip Gentlemen’s Club.”

Of course, he is.

I run my palm down the length of my face. I’d love to pretend I don’t know what I’d find walking in there, but it’s known for handing cocaine out like it’s sugar candy.

“Cairo, baby, I’m here!”

Ozzy’s head violently snaps up in the direction of the feminine voice, and everything in me demands to protect my brother as quickly as possible.

“Out,” I demand, jerking my head to Ozzy to leave. “Sliding door.”

I don’t have to ask him twice as he slips from his spot and begins to stride for the sliding door toward the backyard, but it could never be that easy, could it?

“Ozzy?”

My brother freezes as if her voice causes him to forget how to walk.

And out of complete distress and aggravation, I move behind him and pivot to block Vivian from seeing him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I leer, pinning a murderous glower on my ex.

And why the fuck did my men allow her inside my home?

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