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“I love you too.”
Aimee walks around me, and I watch the back of her head as she meets Chaos at the other side of the room. But she doesn’t look back, even as Chaos offers me a final nod.
Aimee walks away, into the hands of my enemies.
And I’m the one who sent her there.
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“Handing myself over tothe enemy isn’t much smarter than the stunts Soul pulls,” I say to Chaos, who is leaning against the brick wall beside me, waiting for Titan. “Maybe I’m the one with a death wish.”
“You’re not handing yourself over to him.” Chaos doesn’t so much as flinch, and he doesn’t take his eyes off the street. “And you’re sure as fuck not dying today.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing.” My back tenses, but when Chaos finally cuts his gaze to me at my comment, I clarify. “There are things worse than death.”
He hums. “You’re not wrong about that.”
If Levi were here, he might try to find some way to comfort me. To reassure me that today won’t end poorly. That this plan is solid and that I can trust him.
Chaos doesn’t offer that same comfort.
He watches the road, eerily still.
And it’s not that I don’t trust him to protect me with everything he has—everything he is. But he doesn’t waste words trying to make me feel better. We both know what we’ve walked into. There are only two of us against however many Iron Sinners are about to show.
Titan included if his arrogance is still holding strong.
We agreed to a simple meeting, a discussion, nothing else. Still, I have no doubt Titan has other plans.
At least that doesn’t rattle me anymore. I’m not here under the illusion that all will be fine. I knew this was a big play the second I suggested it, so all I can do now is follow through. As long as Levi gets my father to safety, I’ll deal with Titan.
I’ve done it before.
My stomach spins at the thought, and I plant my palm over it.
Only then does Chaos spare me another glance. His eyes move to my hand, and I immediately drop it.
“Did anyone tell you about the time Havoc entered one of those motorcycle stunt shows the casinos put on?” Chaos asks, scanning the street and clearly trying to distract me.
“Levi?”
“Yes Levi.” A smile ticks in the corner of Chaos’s mouth. “It was pretty soon after he got out of the military. He hadn’t even officially patched in yet. I barely knew him then. I’d met him when he was on leave, but we didn’t really hang out until he returned. That show was the first time we really spoke to each other. He was a wild dude.”
“That doesn’t sound like him.”
Not that Levi is particularly cautious. But I’ve never known him to participate in ridiculous stunts that threaten to test the bounds of his mortality.
Chaos shrugs. “Now that I know him better, I agree with you. But I think he was still working through shit at the time.”
It doesn’t take clarification to know whatshitChaos is referring to.
“The signs have been there longer than any of us realized.” Chaos swipes his palm down his face. “Havoc’s always been unhappy, and none of us wanted to see it. I didn’t understand what messed him up so bad until I saw him with you.”
I dip my chin, kicking a penny across the concrete. “I left him pretty miserable.”
“Wasn’t your fault. He knows that now.” Chaos nudges my arm. “What I’m trying to say is, Havoc won’t let anything happen to you. You’re his entire fucking world. I’ve seen him broken, and I’ve seen him reckless. But he’s none of those things with you. He’ll keep you safe no matter the cost. And even if things went to shit, the club’s got you.”
