Page 80 of Chaos Kills

It’s to the point where, even though I’m not sleeping, I can still hear Judah in my head, telling me to stand up and avenge the truth. How it’s finally in front of me, and this is going to determine how the rest of my life is going to go.

Yet, look at me now.

I fell in love with someone he loved already. I’ve betrayed him without even knowing it, and I feel like the biggest piece of shit alive. I’ve burned his letters, not able to stand reading them again. How he spoke of an onyx-haired girl with magnificent blue eyes. How sweet and oblivious she was to her beauty.

I saw that.

It just never clicked.

It never occurred to me she was the girl my brother spoke of even though all the lines pointed directly to her.

She ran with Matteo.

She was with the Pistol Posse just like he was. Even spoke about how fucked up Matteo was. But he never mentioned thosesmall details and made her sound like she was a victim trapped under the power of the gang and one of their members.

Not the member.

Two gunshots rattle my inner civil war, bringing me full circle to fucking reality as I watch a massive body jump from the back of the truck. And the first thing I notice is that he’s alone, and my men have dropped onto their knees in pain.

My reflexes aren’t quick enough.

Or maybe it’s because I don’t care. But through the murkiness of the night steps out the notorious Levi Wallace.

And he’s pissed.

I should’ve known this was coming.

There was no way in hell Wallace wasn’t going to come for me after what I did to Bay. He’s like a fucking pitbull looking to either eat or tear something apart. He grew up in the smudged and dirty streets of South Shore. Facing me alone is the least of his worries.

And on top of that well-known fact, he’s one of the most powerful players on the chessboard. Along with all his masked pawns and how we can never nail them down to take them out.

“Little birdy told me you had a run-in with my girl.”

I scoff, can’t help it.

I don’t give a fuck what he and she were. I don’t give a shit if they were dating or just fucking. I’m out of fucks at this point.

Now she ratted me the fuck out.

A little surprising, however, I’ve done some jacked-up shit, so…

“You think that shit’s funny?”

I heave my shoulders because I don’t know how you’d properly put it in one sentence. “Whatever you think it is, Wallace.”

His fist slams into my face so quickly, I didn’t even see him cock it back.

That, or I wasn’t paying attention.

I will give Wallace the benefit of, for a dude being so fucking big, he’s a goddamn good fighter. And he lands all his power into that punch because I’m seeing colors when I blink back the pain radiating through my head.

He follows up—of course, he does—with a blow to the gut, buckling me over before I shove it back because I’m gonna get my ass handed to me if I don’t stop taking it like a bitch.

A bitch that may or may not deserve it depending on who you ask.

“The fuck did you do to her, Wildes?”

My immediate interest is piqued. Wallace doesn’t play games.

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