Page 74 of Chaos Kills

I mentally can’t stop going back to where the water would take me under while Torin held my life literally in his hands.

I didn’t believe him capable, which was a huge mistake on my part. I underestimated Torin Wildes, yet again, which makes me leery of Emilio and what he might know.

You thought you were going to up and leave me, Wildfire?

How does he know?

“Bay?”

My nostrils flare a bit because I want Emilio to leave me alone, but I give him a curt nod so he fucks off and gets me something warm to drink.

Emilio calls one of the staff to the table and orders my coffee while I feel the heaviness of Ramsey’s stare from the other side of him.

“So, Bay, how’s married life?”

I’m really not in the fucking mood.

I’m tired, and if I’m being completely honest, I’m scared.

If Torin is capable of my demise, I’m not sure if that cord will ever snap again to where maybe one day he succeeds for real.

I don’t know how to tell Levi about this. I’m fully aware I have to, but I’m cognizant of what he’ll do.

He’ll leave a blood trail.

And it’ll be so long that it’s only going to cause more chaos when we’re trying to leave it all behind.

“Quiet,” I deadpan, dragging my attention to Ramsey.

He’s in a white button-up shirt, his suit jacket draped on the chair behind him as he nurses a glass of clear liquid in his hand. He stares at me like he’s still trying to figure out how I really feel about it.

At one point, I may have said he was more threatening than Torin.

I’m retracting that comment.

Baby Wildes knew I couldn’t swim and put me on a fucking boat just to drive me into the middle of nowhere. Where my family would never find me.

Did he even think about what would happen to my sisters?

Of course, he did. He was the one who tore Mae and Ellie away.

“Have you consummated the marriage?”

Now, honestly, what kind of stupid-ass comment is that? In the twenty-first century, who even fucking says that?

“Ramsey,” Emilio chides, his voice low and warning. “Be respectful to your sister.”

I cease the immediate need to roll my eyes. I don’t see how Emilio doesn’t realize all of this is going to be fake.

“I just wanted to make sure Ozzy was happy,” Ramsey concedes gently, giving his cousin a sparing glance. “Are you happy, Oz? She’s beautiful, but she’s going to be a handful.”

Um, no. That starring role goes to your brother.

“Leave her alone,” I hear Ozzy mutter to my right, tucked in between me and Emilio alongside the table.

I’d thank him, but I don’t care what Ramsey thinks, wants, or wishes to comment on.

“There you go,” Ramsey says haughtily with a chuckle that doesn’t sound joyous. “We just want to make sure you can handle her, cousin.”

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