Page 83 of Chaos Kills

Always.

Always.

Let her go, Torin. If she leaves, you’ll be able to find peace.

“For someone who, so-called, loved her so much, you sure did turn on her, Wildes,” Levi’s voice echoes into my ears. “Sounds like some De Leon shit.” I raise my gun again, but Levi’s words hit my good ear before I yank back on the trigger. “You kill me, you better be strapped all the way up.”

“You think I’m fucking stupid?” I clip back. “You planted her ass there.”

“With De Leon?” Levi scoffs. “Um, hell no.”

It’s the way he says it that has me second-guessing everything.

No.

This is them, together, working to fuck with my head.

“You want me to believe you allowed Bay to be with De Leon? You?” My shoulders lift because he permitted her to be with Reeve and me.

Like a whore.

The idea hits me the wrong way. Bay is many things, but selling herself…nah, she has too much pride for it. I think she caught feelings, things went too far, then De Leon showed his true colors.

But Wallace still didn’t pull her out.

He’s lying.

“You can keep your scary stories, Wallace. I’ll make my own conclusions, which I have, and when one of us dies, one of us dies. End of story.” I jerk my gun, prompting him to move.“Now, get the fuck out of here, or you’re going to see how much of an entitled white boy prick I am. Keep your bitch out of my way. But send my regards, I’ll find her when I’m ready.”

Levi slowly ambles forward. “This is your last warning.”

“Noted.”

He jostles his head, then the King of South Shore limps away with my girl at home, shaken from the disasters of what we’ve done to each other.

She’s not dead, but she might feel like it inside.

And I already am.

TWENTY-ONE

bay

“Eat.”Levi shoves half of his soft taco in my mouth when I go to protest, and I’m forced to take a bite of it.

Dick.

Wad.

I glare at him as I chew and he devours the rest of it in one shove, smirking at me before giving me a shitty wink that he won.

He has to.

Bestie is starting to notice how much I’m not eating, barely speaking, and he’s going to start asking questions if I don’t get back to normal.

“Ten grand, I got you lined up with a Roadrunner,” Levi says with his mouth full, running his fingers down his chest and using his shirt as a napkin. “You good?”

Can I be anything else?

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