Page 45 of Chaos Kills

“I came over to have you take me shopping,” Vivian coos, her golden locks bouncing along with each step she takes. “If you thought I was going to knock, you’ve got me mixed up with your other little whore.”

She tries to nonchalantly look around me, but I counter to keep Ozzy out of her sight.

If he knows I’m here, if she can’t see him, he might not freak the fuck out.

Vivian points at me. “Is that?—”

“I will gladly throw you out on your ass, Viv. Get the fuck out of my house. And if you come here unannounced again, I’ll kill you.”

She perks a disbelieving eyebrow at me, propping a small palm on her slim hip covered in a tight baby blue dress.

Once upon a time, I believed she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

Once upon a time, I was in love with her. I allowed my brother to have a mini crush on her because he was never going to betray me in that way.

Ozzy would never fuck my girl behind my back.

He just adored the attention of a woman who seemed like she wanted to show him love. Who brought him a sandwich when she’d get lunch and sat with him at school because everyone else thought he was weird.

She was my other half, why wouldn’t she want to be around my family? Why wouldn’t she want to love him as much as I did?I grew up with Ozzy. I helped him through his mental bullshit. The strain of how it was hard for him to express himself—which was only in blood—made him soak in wanting to be praised.

Ozzy is not like other men. He’s not built like them either.

Mind you, he wasn’t killing dogs and shit like Ramsey, but he was another level of fucked up. The kind that needed to be provoked before he’d start something. Ramsey was another story. He elicited and wanted the shit.

Ozzy just wanted a family he could call his own.

So, when Vivian betrayed us all, she caused movements that I couldn’t stop. She wrecked his life and I’ve never forgiven the bitch. The fantasies of wanting her screaming and writhing in pain because of what she’s done is the only thing that has kept me going.

But they’re just that.

Creative parts of my imagination that I can’t act upon yet. Not until the right moment strikes. Keeping her around was to prevent Muncy from getting petty as fuck and cracking down on us over bullshit. Enduring her presence from time to time was and is something I can handle.

But not with Ozzy around.

Marrying her was taken off the table a long-ass time ago.

Now, Ozzy’s married.

Never thought I’d ever fucking see that day. And with it, I need to watch him closer than ever now because Bay has the power to demolish him to pieces if she discovers anything about him. His weakness or if she can get under his skin.

“Cairo,” Vivian begins, as if I’m going to sit here and let her speak to me when she knows what she did. How she used him. How she fucked his entire life up. “I haven’t seen him in six years. I just want to?—”

“I don’t give a fuck what you want,” I seethe, my temper rearing its ugly head to the surface. “Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Him.Now.”

Vivian’s bottom lip gets pushed out with her tongue, contemplating what she should do. It’s not until I suddenly jerk in her direction that she gasps in surprise and stumbles back a few steps.

“Out!” I point toward the direction of where she just came from. She’s been here long enough. Long enough for him to hear her voice. The way she sounds like she genuinely wants to see him, but she doesn’t.

She fucked up.

She wants me so she can wear a crown and say she’s married to someone in the Forsaken Crew. She dreams of the life I can provide, but she’d never have my heart. She’ll never wear my name.

She’ll never live within a year of a bullshit marriage.

When I hear the door slam behind her, the tension in the room is still thick. I slowly turn around to get to my brother, who hasn’t moved an inch, face tucked into his chest.

She knows he’s back.

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