“Roger would kill us both if something happened to Ellie and Mae. They have to be your top priority. Now…and after.” She blinks, alluding that it’d be something she’d have a hard time with.
Shit, so would I.
I would burn towns down to get to Matteo. Then I’d cut off every body part, skin him alive, and have rats eat at him.
“I don’t hear ayescoming out of your mouth,” I lightly chide. “Gonna need that.”
Her lips press together before she says, “Yes.”
“Bay, we gotta go.”
Juice’s voice couldn’t come at a worse time, but when would be a good one? She has to leave me once again without us getting everything hashed out and handled. But it’s better than the alternative.
“I have a million and one questions.”
I nod. “I know.”
“I can’t leave you like this.”
“I’m not going anywhere. I promise. Take my seat, look badass on it. Rod and Juice will show you everything you need to know.”
“Be careful,” she says gently, straightening her spine to sit up. “Have Rod tell me when you’re safe.”
“I will.”
She refuses to look at me, more than likely to keep me from seeing her cry, and I hate it.
I hate this.
“Goodbye, Astor. Win a race for me.”
“You know I will,” she whispers, taking a chance to steal a glance at me and confirming that she is, in fact, tearing up. “Your car or Dad’s?”
“Mine,” I say without hesitation. “Show those motherfuckers what we can do.”
Her nostrils flare, and I see her swallow before she turns on her heels, and then she’s gone.
TWENTY-EIGHT
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I don’t knowhow the hell Reeve ended up in New York City, but he looks like he walked here himself.
Even from the forty yards he has on me, he’s disheveled. The clothes he’s wearing are wrinkled with stains on them. But it doesn’t stop the redhead in front of him from grinding her cunt seductively on his thigh.
Reeve stares up at her like he’s in a daze. His hands to his sides, either star-trekking off drugs, or he’s lost all sense of reality.
The latter is what worries me the most.
Next to the withdrawals and stability of his mental health, I’ve played with the idea of locking him in the house. It might cause a stir with my brothers, but it’s that or this. It’s obvious he’s not doing well.
And I’m the last person he will want to see tonight.
But this can’t happen again. Especially since Bay told me she’s pregnant.
Together, we can’t keep going down a spiral of messed-up feelings and being hardcore with the actions we want to inflict. Since Wallace is gone, Bay needs us more than ever.
In the meantime, Torin and Reeve can fight over who the father is, which I’m hoping will give Reeve something else to consider other than his next fix.
