Page 65 of Chaos Kills

My eyes expand at his comment, and my head begins rocking back and forth, not wanting to accept any of his lies. Even if they sound beautiful and therapeutic to my ears.

“Should’ve thought of that before you?—”

“I didn’t think,” he admits. “I didn’t…I fucking hate you. You have no idea.”

My stomach drops and coils as my body and mind try to defend against the things he has no right to say to me.

I shouldn’t care, not after everything. Not after all the things he’s done to me.

But my feelings for him run deep and, apparently, they’re rooted pretty solidly in the ground right now.

I want to rip them out and burn them.

Torin’s hand reaches up for my face, but I turn away, not able to feel his skin on mine. My heart accelerates, and my breathing is quicker, trying to plateau out and remain calm.

I can’t do this. I can’t.

Torin’s stubborn, motherfuckin’ ass doesn’t stop, still extending his hand to wrap around my jaw and run his thumb down the corner of my lips. He surprisingly doesn’t turn my head, allowing me something for once.

“Why are you so fucking addicting to me?”

I want to melt into a puddle right the hell now. The octave of his voice, the unalloyed need…I’m not strong enough for this, and I have no problem admitting that.

“You…should keep your comments to yourself,” I mutter, failing at how strong I want to sound. “I can hear you.”

“You’re meant to hear them,” he retorts softly. “I need you to know what you do to me.”

“Should I show you what you do to me?”

“No. I have a feeling it involves a knife or a gun.”

“I prefer something more bloody and satisfying.” Torin shifts, forcing me to back up against the car door as he aligns his body with mine. “Leave me alone, Pretty Boy.”

God, sound like you mean it, Astor.

“I want to. I want to so fucking bad. But you’ve got a hold on me. I don’t want you to anymore.”

I keep my eyes on his chest. “Go find someone else to fuck, then.”

His thumb runs down the side of my mouth again as he gently holds my chin in the palm of his hand. “That fucking mouth of yours…”

“Will never stop running. Now let me go or I’m going to punch you in the balls.”

“You’re leaving.”

My blood immediately runs cold. I’m instantly aware of what he’s talking about. What Levi and I have been speaking about for days.

No one else knows.

No one.

Not Juice or Hot Rod. Not the girls.

No fucking one.

I force my gaze to remain where it is so he can’t read a thing.

How does he know? What gave it away?

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