Page 67 of Chaos Kills

My beautiful, broken, and paranoid Pretty Boy. The one who’s lost and probably feels alone. Who fell in love with a girl who semi-murdered his brother.

I’m enamored with him, however.

The way his mouth feels against mine. That fucking body and the tang of liquor in his mouth. I want to soak it all in and get drunk off my ass to forget for just a minute.

A day.

But I can’t.

Adult responsibilities and shit.

“I love you,” he whispers, causing my eyes to clench harder to keep any tears from forming. “And you have to die.”

He removes his lips, and it’s quickly replaced with a cloth clasped over my mouth.

My hands go to his to yank it away, smelling what seems to be disinfectant chemicals, but then Torin begins to blur in my vision, and I don’t remember shit after that.

SEVENTEEN

torin

I doit before I have a chance to talk myself out of it.

I’ve killed many men before—I don’t hold a record or anything—but this is something I have to do.

This is justice and peace for my brother. Shit he hasn’t had while his murderer walks around free. It doesn’t matter that she’s constantly on my mind, taunting and driving me insane with lust and irritation. Coercing me into her web of deception and making me break a million times over.

It has to end.

Just like she did with him.

And just like I’m going to do to her.

Yanking on the rope currently burning the inside of my palms, Bay emerges from the depths of the water, only to be greeted by emptiness.

Like how I feel.

She’s gone.

The girl I fell in love with.

All I can see is the evil that lives inside her. The shit she’s capable of. The way I should’ve just listened to myself and Cairo when we thought she was trouble.

She is.

She was.

Soon, that’ll be past tense because it ends here—today.

In the middle of the ocean where I dropped her.

I’m plagued with nightmares of my brother every time my eyes close. All I hear is how I’m allowing her to live. That she’s the center of all the problems. That she causes havoc in that beautiful body.

It doesn’t matter how I feel.

My brother needs justice.

“What was the last thing he said?” I yell over the side of the boat. “I need to know.”

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