I shake my head.
The words Travis clearly spoke aren’t fully mapping out in my brain properly. They make zero sense.
They don’tfitinto my reality because the idea is incomprehensible.
It’s notright.
“Well, that solves one problem,” Nessa chimes in. “There won’t be?—”
“Shutup, Nessa,” Travis barks out. “You just got our friendmurdered.”
“It was about time he met his match,” she replies boastfully. “He didn’t do shit for this town but forher.”
“Are you out of your fuckin’ mind? You sold him out!”
“Fuckhim. What did he do foryou?”
“A lot,” Travis mutters. “He wasalwaysthere for me. He—he’s fuckin’ dead, and you ratted him out!”
“Stop saying that,” I whisper, but it falls on deaf ears because Nessa batters up with her clapback.
“He was about himself,” she retorts with steel in her tone. “He was going to leave you, too, while they went off and lived happily ever fuckin’ after. He didn’t give a shit about us. Just his stupid crown, his dumb-ass Titan seat, and whatever Bay wanted to do. So…I took matters into my own hands and shook up the playing field. I made a power move formyself.No one else was going to do it for me. No one else cared.”
“It wasn’t about you,” Travis grinds out. “But how to keep Mae and Ellie alive. And to make sure Bay didn’t lose herself?—”
“Shut the fuck up, Trav,” Nessa barks out. “He’sdead. He’sgone.Good fuckin’ riddance to that asshole. Matteo knows this life and what needs to happen. He made shit move.”
Matteo made shit move.
Matteo.
Fucking Matteo.
We all know what comes over me, so let me give you the summarized version.
Grief.
Fury.
Resentment.
And sheer devastation.
So, no one should be surprised when I reach for the waistband of my jeans and point my newly acquired 9mm at Nessa.
And shoot.
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“Are you fuckin’insane? You sentevidence. Fuckingevidenceof you murdering her. Are you a goddamn noob? What kind of stupid-ass, dumbass, bullshit are you on right now, Bay?”
With a knee pulled up into her chest, she casually sits on the hood of a van. A lit blunt between her black-painted fingernails as Juice leans up along the front end like a silent emotional support piece.
Or if shit goes sideways.
Her chin is lifted while Hot Rod continues to rant, but there is zero remorse written on her face.
