Page 48 of Chaos Kills

“Stay right here,” Rod says, placing a soft palm on my bicep before stepping around me and going to help with the problem.

But it’s not until I hear Rod’s growl of commands that I whip around to face him. “You’re not going by her, fucker.”

Torin pushes at Hot Rod’s arm that’s currently out to block me, but Levi is the one who snatches the back of Pretty Boy’s shirt and yanks him backward.

He stumbles a bit, not on his game at all, when Levi gets in his face.

“You’re not going near her,” my best friend snarls, putting some distance between us and stepping in the middle. “I’llkill you, bitch.”

Torin chuckles, but there’s no pleasure or exuberance behind it. It’s cold and void of anything that intrigued me before. “My bad, Wallace. I forgot she was your girl. You must really be in your feelings about her marrying my cousin.”

Levi’s fingers ball into fists at his side, but he doesn’t move.

“Does it bother you that I fucked her, too?” Torin taunts, inching closer to my best friend. “That she moaned my name when she was about to come? Fuck me, that sound…” He shakes his head and glides the pad of his finger along his bottom lip. “I’d kill someone to hear that sound.”

“Good for you,” Levi deadpans then points onward. “Get the fuck out.”

“I want her,” Torin continues, not heeding my best friend’s impending temper that’s about to snap. “Isn’t that fucked? But Ican’t get enough of her body and all the things I want to do to her for murdering my brother.”

“That’s too bad.”

Torin scoffs then slices those tawny browns to me.

And I can’t explain the way I feel.

All I can do is express how much I used to love how he looked at me. How he sought me out and wouldn’t take no for an answer. I was intrigued by how adamant he was, even though half the time, it was annoying.

But I can’t deny the gravitation between him and I.

Torin and I have always had this pull. Even when he stares at me with nothing in his eyes, I still care about him.

I think I’ll irritatingly always care about him.

“You’ve gotta go,” I’m finally able to get out. Because if Torin lets this go on for too long, Levi is going to unleash. And he’s got enough pent-up anger right now to fill up the whole town.

He continues to look at me intently, and I see the glimmer of anguish in his eyes. The sorrow that’s embedded in those light honey eyes. There may be video evidence he’s seen of me being at the scene, but he has to know.

Why would I kill Judah?

There’s no rhyme or reason. And Torin has to know that. He has to be aware, deep inside, that I don’t randomly kill people.

“Whatever you want, Wildfire,” I hear him mutter before he shocks the shit out of me and pivots, trudging up the grassy knoll toward the cemetery’s small road.

What the fuck was that?

Levi doesn’t waste any time acknowledging what happened, and I can’t help but be grateful for that.

He extends an arm, and I step in stride with him as we leave Dad behind.

I dare not look back.

I can’t.

My main focus is looking forward and trudging toward the semi-laid-out plan Levi and I are striving toward.

There’s nothing left for us here.

South Shore is a grave I just buried Dad in. It holds no solace anymore.

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