I can’t look at her.
Not when I’m this pissed off, and she might see how hurt I am. I thought we had somewhat of an understanding between the two of us. Bay gave herself to me, which, clearly, she’s quickly forgotten.
Ifthatdoesn’t piss me the fuck off, I’m not sure what else does, besides her sneaking out of the house and, of course, going on a killing spree.
“She’s coming with us,” Hot Rod starts for her, but then Ozzy takes it upon himself to step out and block his path. “Move,Mute.”
My brother remains still, and that’s when Hot Rod’s arm shoots out to shove him backward. My boy stumbles once but regains his balance, and when Hot Rod goes to do it again, I pipe in.
“Touch her, and he’ll kill you,” I promise, throwing my attention to Juice, even though it wasn’t meant for him. What is, though, is that he better get his dude in line or there’s gonna be more blood spilled tonight. “You make the call. But I warn you, if she hurts herself because you two morons don’t want to comment on what the fuck is going on here, you all won’t be seeing tomorrow.”
“Juice.” Bay slides off the hood, her broken voice permeating through the space, but I still don’t spare her a glance.
I’m livid.
I’m so fucking pissed I can barely stand the hell still with the red-hot fury coursing through my veins.
I can’t remember a time I was this heated. When I would throw all caution to the wind and start making more enemies right here and now.
However, I don’t miss the desperation in her tone, and I can’t help but feel empathetic toward it.
Yet, days ago, I stated she could be pregnant and, instead, she picked up Muncy’s son and ran around town like she solely owns the fucking place.
She does.
She’ll be Queen of The Landings now.
Where we’re currently standing.
“Please.” I hear the unsteadiness of her voice. The way she’s holding in her fear like a fucking champ, but she’s breaking, and if I didn’t know her so well, I’d maybe miss it. “I need him.”
I hate and love that she said that.
Hate it because it’s fucking Levi Wallace, and we don’t get along well.
And love it because she’s loyal to a fault.
Just not to me.
I apparently haven’t earned the right because I wasn’t skipping around with her in diapers or some shit like Wallace. I don’t charm her with blonde hair and silly, stupid things that come naturally to Reeve. I can’t get on her level of petty like Torin can. And I’m not Ozzy, who somehow sinks under your skin without doing much at all.
“Fuckin’ A,” Juice mutters under his breath, pulling her gently into his arms. “Don’t cry, Bay. I know it hurts… It hurts like a bitch. But we’ll let you do whatever you want, okay? Funeral, a race, anything.”
My head immediately snaps over to him. Realization of his words playing out at rapid speed. “What the fuck did you just say?”
I earn Hot Rod’s hard stare. They still wanted to keep it low-key to be sure Wallace has the peace and medical assistance he needs, I get that.
Regardless, I’m answered by silence, causing my fingers to flex with impatience. I wouldn’t mind beating the shit out of this WWE-looking motherfucker who’s nicknamed after a car.
“Because Ozzy is just dying to spill some blood if she puts me through any more fucking grief,” I add confidently. “I’m about done with this secretive shit.”
Another heavy silence falls between us all and I think it answers the question. They’re afraid she’s going to coddle him and, therefore, keep Levi subconsciously worried when he hears her voice.
And maybe they’re not wrong.
However, if he can perceive such a feat, I believe he’d be thinking how she’s handling it over anything else.
“Wallace is fucking dead.”
