I’ll never forgive myself for assaulting my fucking sister.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I mumble out, staring at the gray carpet of Bay’s floor. “Because it’s not going to be thank you.”
“Nothing,” she says without hesitation. “I just thought you should know.”
I wish she hadn’t.
There’s always something with this chick that fucks me up.
And I’m done with it.
Without an ounce of indecisiveness, I exit out of Bay’s room before she tells me she’s about to divorce Ozzy and beg for my ultimate forgiveness as my wife.
God only knows how much I’d probably fall for that line of bullshit.
FORTY-TWO
bay
Death comes in threes.
Except one of them was a close call, and he is currently snarling at me on the phone like he’s about to rip my whole head off through it.
I’ve been in bed for three days.
On the fourth, I invited my sisters in and explained what happened.
Mae understood after a few different attempts, but Ellie only fell deeper into a state of what I can only describe as depression. Something I’ve tried to shield them from, but the inevitable is clear. It’s time they both realize how much of a shitty role model I am. As well as the dangers we now face as a family.
As the newly “stepped-down” Queen of South Shore, a verylargetarget is still placed on both their heads. One I’ve warned Juice and Hot Rod about, as if they didn’t already know.
The response was Juice’s pinned eyebrows as if I think they’re slow, while Hot Rod glared at me in insinuation this isn’t his first rodeo.
I got a hot shower before Hot Rod entered the room, handed me his cell, and promptly left, which could only mean one thing: someone was on the other end.
Sure as shit, Levi didn’t even wait for me to greet him. His mouth began to move, going a hundred miles an hour, and he is so fucking pissed I’m surprised he hasn’t left his hiding spot to come thrash me himself.
“Howlongdid you think you were going to be able to hide this from me?” he clips out for the third time when I didn’t respond to the first two.
In my defense, he really hasn’t stopped talking.
Levi has been non-stop with how reckless and shady I’ve been. He doesn’t know if I can handle the responsibility of queen, and he’s rethinking this whole damn idea of his fake death.
“We’re done.”
My stomach drops at his words, and I can barely manage a response.
It’s fair.
My motor functions cease to exist as my towel drops to the floor, and I remain still, waiting for his next vicious commentary to rock my whole world.
“I’m coming back,” he says tersely. “You can’t do this alone.”
Relief immediately floods me, and I realize how awful of a fucking communicator Levi is sometimes.
I mean, same, but fuck me, dude…it felt like we were breaking up for real, for real.
“I can,” I retort evenly. “You don’t?—”
