Page 52 of Chaos Kills

Regardless, I still don’t fucking care.

“And you’re in South Shore actin’ a fool,” I snap back, fixing my glower against his sterling glint of hatred. “What did you think was going to happen?”

His eyes narrow. “So you took my entertainment away?”

“I took the STDs away.”

His hard chest promptly bumps into mine, and he’s in my face within seconds, smelling of weed and a lot of alcohol. “You gotmarried.”

Motherfuck…

I swallow down that reality for the millionth time since it happened.

However, I’m not going to allow it to soften what the hell he thought was going to go down.

“I did,” I agree. “But?—”

“You got married,” he repeats for the third time. “And not only did you get married, McQueen, but you got married to my fuckin’brother.”

Well, it didn’t start out that way…

“Ozzy—”

“Don’t say his fuckin’ name around me,” he leers, spitting on me slightly from the way he literally spat it out.

His hazel eyes are dark pools of shit I can’t make out besides being upset. He’s drunk and high, but with the things spinning around in his head, I thought maybe my being with Ozzy would soften the blow a little bit. Except, maybe they’re not close or even like each other.

“How is it?” he presses, shifting his weight and licking his bottom lip. Strands of blonde hair cover half of his eyes, and gone is that mellowed-out aura that always wafts around him. “What’s it like to be married to the fuckin’ mute? The crazy motherfucker who kills with just the drop of a word. You know he’s Emilio’s pet, right?”

No.

I open my mouth to come back with something, but no sentences form other than I miss him.

I miss the way he used to look at me. I was falling in love with him, and I fucked our relationship up to save the one with my family. I had to assassinate what was forming between us because I couldn’t have both.

“Just so you know, baby,”—he drops his voice, the sheer depths of it brushing over the front of my body like how he used to do when he was inside me. When he was so enthralled bykissing and driving recklessly into me—“that night I was in your house to off your dad…that wasn’t Cairo there with me. It was your new husband. You pointed that shotgun right at his chest and pulled the fucking trigger.”

I mindlessly shake my head in denial against his accusation. But it only illuminates a sinister smile to grace Reeve’s beautiful features to confirm its ugly truth.

He hates me. Reeve has every right. But I didn’t do it for selfish reasons.

Fuck, I didn’t want to do it at all.

“Oh, yeah.” A jovial chuckle rumbles from his throat, and I don’t recognize him at all. The warning he threw out at me, holding tried and true to his actions. “The motherfucker has been around you longer than I have.”

My body graces me with a small shiver, alluding to my previous comment about how everything with Ozzy was way too good to be true. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

His face twists as if that was ever owed to me. “Because I keep my word. My promises. I don’t chicken out when times get rough. I took the heat for his bullshit. I didn’t go run off and fuck some other bitch because you were some South Shore slut.”

I hate how my body reacts with hot tears searing the backs of my eyes. That he’s distressed and I’m the one who caused it.

I deserve all his words and more. He begged me not to go along with my brilliant plan, but I shoved it in his face.

“Reevie—”

“Bitch, don’t ever fuckin’ call me that again, or I’ll kill you.” I’ve never heard his voice so disgusted before, not even with Vivian. He keeps his eyes securely locked with mine, freezing me to my spot when he lowers his head only inches from my lips. I feel the blanket of heat from his body as his words drape over me uncomfortably until I feel like I can’t breathe. “I might not spill your blood, but I’ll make you bleed out from the inside. Torinmay just put a bullet in your head, but not before I make you watch me fuck several girls while your heart shatters.” He looks down between us. “That’s if you even fucking have one. I’ll come inside them and hold your stare when I do. To show you that you mean nothing to me anymore. That magic wore off the moment you signed that marriage certificate. You became like every other selfish little whore who ever crossed my path.”

“Stop,” I chide, digging my nails into my palms to keep my voice steady. “I get it, you’re mad. You love me, and I?—”

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