Page 6 of Chaos Kills

This motherfucker.

When the door clicks shut a few seconds later, it sounds like the hammer of a gun cocking back and pointing at my head.

The hairs on my arms rise in warning.

I need to get out of here.

I didn’t agree to all this.

I fucked up again.

“Haven,” Emilio starts, using the wrong fucking nameagain, but I don’t have the strength in me to correct him.

Not anymore.

At least with Ramsey, I’ve heard stories. I’ve met him.

Thisguy, though…

“Ozzy will be good to you. He’s a better fit for you, trust me.”

“Trust you.” It’s not a questioning comment. It’s a joke, actually. I’m not sure in what universe Emilio believes that I’m going to drop my defenses and take his word for it, but he’s got me fucked up yet again. “You went behind my back and changedplans. Then you hit me upside the head with them without evenaskingme how I feel about it.”

“I’m fully aware this isn’t an ideal situation,” Emilio replies, meeting my death glare. “But Ozzy is more… He’ll give you more?—”

“I don’t know Ozzy, and we’re talking about marriage.”

Emilio nods. “I know. However, with your personal needs?—”

“Stop right there.” I lift my hand and wish with all my might that it would strike him down dead. “You don’t knowshitabout me. And youdefinitelydon’t know what I need.”

“I know you require personal space… and freedom. Ramsey will bring you nothing but stress and blood, Haven.”

This is so beyond inconceivable; I don’t even know how to manage what I’m feeling right now or where to start. Every avenue I try to walk down is a mess. Nothing is perfectly paved out for me, and this is bullshit.

Another trap.

However, my sperm donor is right.

Ramsey was always a wild card. Bringing him around my sisters, now, could prove to be worse.

Or better.

My gaze connects with Torin’s cousin. He’s still staring at me, and I can’t read his stoic expression at all.

Plush lips, an edged jawline, and tan skin. It makes his heap of tattoos look like one, and I notice they’re down his fingers as well. He’s more black ink than blank skin, and an aggressive shudder possesses my body as he openly stares back at me like I’m either a freak or something he can’t figure out either.

“Everything remains the same,” Emilio presses through the still thickness of the room. “I want you somewhat comfortable in your surroundings. He’ll be making everything an easy transition for you.”

“I don’t know you.” I force myself to look at the man called Ozzy again and meet eyes that suck me into their depths of blue. He doesn’t look offended by my comment or reaction to the new arrangement. In fact, he appears like he couldn’t care less right now. “What else…did you change?”

“Nothing,” Emilio quickly responds, as if he’s afraid I’ll leave. “Everything remains the same. The marriage lasts two years, Roger’s bills paid?—”

“My father is dead,” I leer, and the room feels as though it’s closing in on me.

He’s gone.

He’s not here to center me.

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