Slowly and innocently, of course, I turn on my heel to face her. My girl looks so goddamn small in that bed. Her eyes are rimmed from tears she wouldn’t let me see. Her hair is a tangled mess, but she’s beautiful.
So fucking beautiful and still mine.
I don’t care if she’s mad at me forever; there will always be a part of Bay Astor she’ll never have back.
Because I won’tgiveit back.
“Yes, my love?”
Bay glowers, but she knows damn well I baited and won. “Shut the fuck up and talk.”
“Cairo would be furious,” I emit as if I give a fuck. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“You should.” She pushes herself up to sit, leaning on one of her palms. “And stop playing your games,Torin.”
“Now, where’s the fun in that when I’ve been doing it fordays?”
She eyes me suspiciously. “What are you talking about?”
I close a bit of the distance between us but keep a safe space. There are several objects on her bedside table I don’t feel like getting hit with. “I have DeLeon for you.”
Nothing.
Bay continues to stare blankly at me, like I’ve been imagining the last forty-eight hours in my head.
It does feel like a dream. I’ve only imagined Matteo in my clutches for years. Conjured up his death in my head a hundred times over.
However, we’veallbeen taking turns on him at all hours of the day and night. And the ones who aren’t with De Leon are here tending to Bay.
Eat.
Beat the shit out of Matteo.
Torture him.
Taunt and mock him.
Shower off the blood.
Come see Bay.
And repeat.
“You have him?” Bay probes, allowing her curiosity out. I bow my head. “Where?”
“Somewhere safe and sound. Bleeding, but…ready and waiting for you.”
Her eyes narrow. “For what?”
“For whatever it is you want to do to him.”
She scoffs and shakes her head. “You’d never let me do that.”
I cock my head. “Wouldn’t I? C’mon, Wildfire…I’ve spent years wanting to rid myself of Matteo in this world. Motherfucker can’t read the room?—”
“Neither can you,” she bites back. “I’m seeing double right now.”
“Your vision blurry?”
