Instead, I glared at children who stared too long because I didn’t appreciate the way they gawked at me.
“Ozzy…stop glaring.” My focus drops to her, locking onto lucid blue eyes and the purple undertones of her skin. “I’m…alive. I’m not dying.”
“How do you know?” The question escapes me before I can put rationality along with it. With Torin, it was different. He’s too much of an asshole to die.
But with Bay, she’s a woman.
And they always tend to suffer more in the end.
“Because,” she says matter-of-factly, giving another squeeze to our joined hands. “I’m too stubborn to die. And you…and I…haven’t celebrated our one-year anniversary…yet. You’re not getting rid of me…that easily.”
I hate how she has to take breaks to speak.
Nonetheless, I don’t have any more time to think about it because Wallace’s guy announces, “We’re here.”
FORTY
torin
I’m not going in there.
Even though my brain demands I should, I’m thelastmotherfucker Bay is going to want to see, her least favorite. I’ve fallen from grace, and there is no need to stress her out more than she already is. Not after what she’s gone through.
I wouldn’t even know what to fucking say or what she’d want to hear. Especially since we left on shit terms about the baby and the South Shore seat.
“We have him, sir. We caught him out back.”
My face twists as my concentration falls from the door Bay’s behind to the stupid fuck who I call part of my crew. “Don’t call me that shit.”
Dean, Dillion, whatever the fuck his name is, instantly frowns as if I said God wasn’t real, or his Rolex watch is a fake.
It is.
However, important details here.
“Where?”
“We put him in the hole, si—Mr. Wildes?”
“Dude,” I chide. “Just…don’t call me anything.”
It’s what the Forsaken Crew used to call Emilio, and I’m not down for a trip down memory lane after what I’ve done.
I’m not upset I did it.
Though, I’m still a bit taken aback I actuallydidit. That we’re free of Emilio Wildes once and for all.
Another frown from Dipshit. “But?—”
“Thanks, Duke,” Cairo interrupts at my side, giving me a small slap on the shoulder. “I’m sure my brother will be there soon.”
Oh, I will be.
I don’t know if he means me or Oz, but Cairo can bet his whole Titan seat I will finally be getting my hands on Matteo fucking De Leon.
And he’s not going to die easily.
I’m going to have him begging for fuckingdaysand even then, I still don’t think I’ll give him the mercy of death.
