Page 51 of Chaos Kills

The reason why my body begs to see him.

The reason my heart is still lying in pieces in my chest.

But it’s not just my target.

No, it’s a Reeve sandwich.

Two blondes are on either side of him, one with her arms wrapped around his neck, her lips melded and locked with his. The other with her skanky little paws snaked around his hips and…rubbing at his cock.

Red.

If that’s even described as a feeling. That, and how some of those pieces of my heart disintegrate into nothing.

Reeve opens his mouth wider to shove his tongue down bitch number one’s throat. A handful of beach blonde hair gripped possessively in his palm.

They continue to grind to the music as bitch number two decides she wants attention, stroking him faster, to where Reeve recognizes it and pivots, replacing bitch number one with her.

Their mouths find each other immediately before Reeve bends over and picks her up, almost losing his balance for a second while she laughs at his mishap. He seeks her lips again, and she gladly offers, as they practically dry hump without a care in the world about putting on a show.

They’re practically fucking, as far as I’m concerned.

And I’ve had enough.

Glimpsing over my shoulder, I instantly locate two of Levi’s dudes, Shorty and Dino. They’re watching me like they were told to do it, and I know it’s Levi’s order.

And currently, it’s only working in my favor.

Jerking my head, they promptly move to me like I’m their leader and I could tell them to sit, stay, and lie down.

When they get to my side, I don’t even bother glimpsing at what Reeve is doing now. I just throw out my orders like I have a right.

“Get rid of the blondes.”

I apparently don’t have to give them any more explanation because they move in.

I inhale as deeply and smoothly as I can because I’m about to face off with Reevie.

I can feel that shit.

The loud protests of female voices take a grip on my attention as they’re being dragged away from the man who’s never going to do that in front of me again.

Ever.

Especially in my fucking town.

I’m met with furious hazel eyes when I zone in on Reeve. Beautiful, flawless storms of greens and browns.

Ones I miss terribly.

Reeve is already stomping his ass in my direction, piqued with resentment by my intercepting his fun.

Too fucking bad.

He should’ve stayed in The Landings and threw his own fucking party if he wanted to fuck a bunch of bitches he didn’t know.

“You got married.” It’s the first thing he says to me as he stops within a foot of my body and glowers down at me like I’ve just ruined his whole life.

Maybe for tonight.

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