Page 193 of Worst Behavior


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I’m good with that.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Torin shoots back. “You had to blow half the wall off to make an entrance now?”

“And killed most of the men outside. Sorry about that.”

It’s Ramsey.

He’s closer now.

And this was planned.

I knew Matteo’s capture was too good to be true. It also doesn’t take a genius to know he’s here for my ex.

He’s been playing house with my ex.

He’sconspiringwith my ex.

“I see the game we’re playing now,” Torin grinds out. “Though, shit, Rams…you sunk low.”

“Depends who you ask.”

“Get me the hell out of here!” Matteo bellows out impatiently. “I need a?—”

“Shut the hell up,” Ramsey cuts in coolly. “I have something for my brother first.”

A scuffle enters the room, and I step closer, looking through a small space between Nameless bodies to see what the hell is happening.

“A king for a king, Torin,” Ramsey says evenly. “Emilio for Lorenzo.”

No.

I begin to slither my way through the guys, but I’m suddenly gripped by the shirt and pulled back into the middle of the circle.

A shitty remark rolls to the tip of my tongue, but I opt for action, unholstering a Glock from one of the waistbands of the men to my side.

They came strapped. All of them have weapons pointed toward the other side of the room, but ol’ boy over here had a secondary.

“Miss Astor,” one of them pleads, a voice I don’t register at all. “Please…”

“Don’t worry, princess,” I hear Ramsey muse somewhere. “I know you’re there.”

My shoulders tense at the acknowledgment and rise in a swell of fury at the taunt. At the reality hesomehowgot through to where we were.

Not that it was hard.

We’re in The Landings.

“You’re not killing Lorenzo, Rams,” Torin says collectedly. “But that’s cute.”

“Aren’t I? There’s no use for him.”

I pivot on my feet, seeking the man who just spoke and asked me not to act a fool out here. “That can’t happen.”

All I register is the man is tall as shit with hazel eyes and the famous white mask.

That’s it.

“He has several rocket launchers pointed at us, miss,” he mutters under his breath. “You need to get out of here.”