Emilio staggers and struggles to stand before he falls to his knees with a thud. Regardless, it doesn’t take long before he turns into a lifeless heap in the middle of his floor.
“I was wondering when you were finally going to pull this off.”
Ozzy and I both steer our guns toward the voice of my brother, who’s aimlessly leaning up against the doorframe with his arms crossed. He snuck in from the west entrance, Emilio always believed in several exits but for this instance, he didn’t use any.
“Too much of a bitch to do it yourself?” I retort with flared nostrils. “I’m almost thinking about popping you off next.”
Ramsey lifts an unimpressed eyebrow. “For?”
“I’m not about to give you a reality check into the inner workings of how much of a fuckin’ psycho you are.”
“I haven’t done anything.”
“Because your leash was too tight. Now, it’s loosened.”
“So?”
I shake my head at him because I’m not fucking stupid. “Do I look like I’m about to argue with you?”
“Put the gun down, Torin, and call off your pitbull. If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done it myself.” He glances over at our fallen father. “He’s still alive.”
Another two gunshots go off from my gun, and I’m not sure where I hit Emilio because I’m too busy staring off with Ramsey to give a shit. “How about now?”
Ramsey pushes the door frame as more men file into the room.
We’re outnumbered; I don’t have to look around the space to know that. My brother could have Oz and I executed right now if he wanted to. There’s nothing stopping him now other than the fact I keep him somewhat normal in this world. Him killing me would show how much of a monster he is. That he truly is a fucking psycho.
“Clean this shit up.”
“Fall in line,” I counter. “Or you’re next. You’re outnumbered now.”
He lifts a knowing eyebrow. “Am I?” He takes two steps in the room and glances around, seeming unbothered by my threat. “Your first fuckup will be trying to come for me. And if that happens, we both know the things I’m capable of doing.” He bows his head toward the dead man in the room; that’s now his freedom. “Get him the fuck out of here. I’m not cleaning up your mess.”
Then he’s gone with his men in tow, not giving a flying shit we took out some of those, too.
It’s a missed opportunity.
In reality, my next move would’ve been to take out Ramsey along with Emilio and completely end the line of Wildes’ succession.
Ozzy comes up to stand at my side then, supportive as hell for whatever I need.
Yet, I didn’t need the next words that came out of his fucking mouth before they thrust into my gut and left me almost breathless from a new revolution I wasn’t ready to face.
“She’s pregnant.”
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“I knewyou’d come back around. She wasn’t going to do it for you the way I can.”
No.
She definitely doesn’t.
Bay Astor was sitting in a jail cell because she murdered a girl. Meanwhile, I caught Vivian watchingKeeping Up With The Kardashiansand painting her nails. There isn’t a homicidal bone in her body.
And while there might be another one for me since I sent Torin, I had my own shit to do. I’ll deal with Bay’s smart-ass mouth later.
