I could always go with the whole-drag-him-behind-my-car bit.
I could see what the boys would want to do and how they operate besides pushing people off Peer Pressure Point.
I’m able to beat his ass—well, was. I can’t now. I’m pregnant.
Hands find my shoulders, and I’m twirled around to face my ex, still patiently standing there and waiting for me.
“Chill out, Bay. I won’t take up much of your time.”
Why? Because you know Ozzy is out there?
I clench my teeth together, anger coursing through every inch of my body as I survey the room. The principal who just let me in sits behind her desk, white as a sheet, her expression full of fear at the men in the room.
So, she’s no help.
“Word on the street is that Wallace is dead, but I have yet to see the body.”
Because there isn’t one.
Dead anyway.
“I’d ask you…but you’d bullshit me, since you were always so loyal to him. So I’m going to dig up his grave and see for myself.”
My glower sticks back over to him, but I don’t move a muscle.
No, I have to be careful about this.
What would still grieving Bay do in a situation like this?
Fuck, probably ram his ass.
“If he’s dead, I’m good,” my ex continues, pacing the floor in front of me. “One less fucking problem for me.”
I take one step toward him becausehe’sthe motherfucker who put a full round of bullets in my best friend’s body.
“You got a problem?” He quirks an eyebrow as if I definitely shouldn’t have one because this asshole truly believes he can do whatever he wants and there are zero ramifications for them.
I nod because abso-fucking-lutely I do, but I can’t voice them when he’s got me gagged like a bitch.
“Eh, you would,” he quips dismissively. His dark eyes mirroring mine as if I’ve betrayed him in the worst way for leaving his abusive ass and going back home to Levi. “He was obviously a fucking issue since I couldn’t get you to think fully for yourself without him being near. And since you’re making moves…” He cocks his head to the side. “I guess you’re gonna use them against me.”
I mean…
I did hit him with the front end of Levi’s Malibu. I wouldn’t have stopped there if it wasn’t for the gunfire.
Matteo must remember the same thing because his expression starts to do this thing where it reddens and twists in fury.
Someone is getting pissed.
“What’s the plan, eh, Bay? You think you’re going to prance your ass around like you normally do? Untouchable and immortal?”
I do realize my ex isn’t fucking stupid enough to not realize I’m more than a threat.
I’m his biggest obstacle.
And he could kill me right now without a peep being heard by Ozzy.
I’m also fully aware I amnotin the best position right now not to be touched. Matteo is a bitch and because he’s one, he’s going to hit me.
