Fuck me, that name needs to die.
“It’s Bay, dude,” I correct flatly, then motion with one hand for him to hurry up and say what the hell he’s got to say. That his black suit that he’s wearing was such a waste of time. “What did you need?”
“I buried Emilio yesterday. You didn’t show.”
“I didn’t get an invite.”
“And you didn’task,” he retorts, the last word sharp and alluding to the idea that he might be upset about what his brother did.
That he’s more than likely blaming me for it.
“If you’re going to bitch about where she was and wasn’t,” Hot Rod chimes in somewhere on my left. “We’re ending this fuckin’ conversation.”
Thank you.
With The Nameless ever present, Hot Rod and Juice on my left, Ozzy is the closest. I’m within arm’s length at all times, which makes me observant of our surroundings.
Of every man standing behind Torin and Judah’s brother.
Ramsey doesn’t spare him a glance, still openly gaping at me like he’s bored. “How did you plan on doing this?”
One of my eyebrows lifts. “Do what?”
“Take The Landing’s seat. You obviously haven’t done a good job winning anyone over here.”
You take it.
That’s what I want to say, but I know better. I’ve heard talks about how crazy he is, and the dude is off his rocker. However, I haven’t seen shit-all about it.
Don’t believe I want to, either.
“I am the heir, aren’t I?” I shoot back, calm and collected. “Unless you’re going to give me a problem.”
“Everyone knows I’m going to give you a problem.” His quick response sends an immediate wave of unease across my chest. I knew it was never going to be easy. And Levi hasn’t mentioned shit about me taking it. He just said to stay put and out of trouble. “You’re pregnant.”Anotherkick to the damn gut, and it twists violently to the point where every single nerve in my body tells me I’m about to enter some fucked up war with my head on a spike. “And that’s a problem.”
It’s another heir to the throne. Another threat to kicking Ramsey out of the equation.
Also, something Hot Rod and Juice didn’t know about yet.
I can feel every pair of eyes on me, and I want to cower back into some dark and deep hole. It wasn’t supposed to comeoutthis way, if at all, and I wish I had a sniper on command to blow Ramsey’s head off.
“I’m challenging you for the Titan seat.”
Of all the things that’ve spewed out of his mouth over the last two minutes, this is the least shocking.
It doesn’t take a brain scientist to have seen this coming. And I don’t think I have a choice in the matter.
“You?” I mock back, my voice flat and indifferent from what I’m feeling the more I think about it. “I’m unimpressed that you’re so predictable, Ramsey.”
His lips quirk because he might think I’m a little South Shore bitch, but he knows I’m not that stupid. “Then, I’m sure, your boys gave you the lowdown of what’s to come, then.”
Not entirely.
But I feel Ozzy from my right shift closer, his presence lingering and grounding, which springs a bit of confidence in me.
“When?” I ask, knowing I shouldn’t, but what other choice do I have?
I’m the Queen of South Shore. I’m heir to The Landing’s throne.
