Page 60 of Chaos Kills

He’s in my house.

He’s my husband.

And he does Emilio’s dirty work.

Fuck my entire life right now.

I steal a look at Levi, who doesn’t look bothered at all about the fact. Maybe he got caught with drugs or something.

Yet, Emilio’s bidding…

“I’m still caught on the whole he-works-for-Emilio thing and why you’re standing there like that doesn’t mean shit,” I offer up.

Levi’s finger taps along the side of his Coors. “When you came to jail and told me you were going to do some shit I wasn’t going to like”—he points his index finger at Ozzy—“he told me already. And this was his test. I wanted to see if this asshole was going to sit back and watch you go at it with the psycho Wildes, or if he was going to step up and be loyal to me. And the motherfucker pulled through, after all.”

“You’re a double agent?” I meet Ozzy’s blank stare, and Levi mirthlessly chuckles.

“Eh, we don’t play that shit. Ozzy knows who will win if he fucks me over. He came to me. He wanted peace. Emilio believes he now has you and Ozzy in the palm of his hand. So, tell me, cousin…how loyal are you?”

Ozzy doesn’t look his way just yet, keeping me within his grasp before glancing my bestie’s way. “To whom?”

“Me.”

“I’m not.” I quirk an eyebrow before receiving his full attention. “But I am to her.”

“Good,” Levi replies evenly. “Because she murdered Judah Wildes.”

FIFTEEN

ozzy

He’s lying.

Levi Wallace does this thing with his eyes when he ping-pongs them back and forth to—I don’t know—get the full spectrum of the other person’s expression?

He’s cocky.

And uptight.

Though, I do like him. Wallace is tried and true. He bleeds South Shore and takes care of Bay. He attends to her every need in ways that I can’t, and she adores him.

I can’t say I’m surprised.

So when Wallace looks fixated at me, waiting for me to explode about the assassination of my other cousin, he doesn’t get anything.

He won’t.

Because Bay Astor didn’t kill Judah. I know it because I know her. The girl might thrash, punch, and wield a knife around, but she’s no killer.

Well, there was one time she shot Torin, but he had it coming.

Nonetheless, Wallace trying to convince me otherwise is a waste of time on his part. I’m not my other cousin. I don’t fly off the handle. I look at facts and what makes sense.

“Got anything to say on that?” Wallace taunts, but I can only feel Bay’s heavy scrutiny on me, causing my skin to practically crawl on itself.

She doesn’t trust me. It doesn’t come naturally to her, and I’m technically on the other side of the equation because of who I’ve associated myself with. I was hoping being related to Wallace would get her to let her guard down.

But it’s made it worse.

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