Wrong person.
Bay quirks an eyebrow, never taking her placid attention span off me for a second. I almost feel like the biggest idiot if I wasn’t so damn doped up. I’m too jazzed up in half la-la land, halfwhat the fuck is going on?
However, I wouldn’t trade Bay not being here for anything. Especially when my cock requires release and a pair of lucid blues are homed on me in shit I can’t decipher right now.
“We were also so good together,” my ex continues, not reading what’s still going on between Bay and me. “We’re going to rule, and everything is going to be like it was supposed to be.”
Bay rolls her eyes with a silent sigh and color me confused.
How is shenotlosing her shit right now? Is this real? Am I dreaming? Am I caught up in a fucked-up nightmare?
“Oh,God,” Vivian mewls, riding me faster and harder. “Just like that, babe. Give me that cock.”
It’s then I see the lock in Bay’s jaw before she slowly rises to stand.
Vivian immediately catches the movement, and she slows. “Sitthe fuck down, I said.”
“Can’t do that,” Bay replies evenly. “You see…Sinatra and I have thisthing.”
My ex scoffs dismissively. “Whatthing? He can’t stand you.”
“That’s not what he said when he was fucking me on his bike the other day.”
Vivian ceases all movement mid-fuck, and I can feel the rage that just hit her from Bay’s words.
A gun goes off in an almost deafening bang, making me jolt. I see Bay flinch, and then look behind her, drawing my eyes to the bullet hole in the drywall that just missed her damn head.
Then Bay rounds back to Viv and sends a death-defying glare in her direction. “You missed.”
I know my ex.
I know a fucking challenge from Bay when I hear one, too.
With my thighs and all the strength I can muster in one go, I spring Vivian off me, and she promptly lands on her ass on the hardwood floor.
Bay immediately makes her move, rushing her without a second thought, but Viv already has the gun up, and she shoots again, forcing Bay to bow over in an attempt to miss the blow.
My heart stops as another surge of energy runs rampant through my body, and I try to pull at my wrists to be released from the handcuffs.
Bay’s on her feet in the next second, slamming her fist in Vivian’s face and sending my ex flat on her back.
The gun goes off again, this time eliciting a curse from Bay’s lips, and a freakout is an understatement.
No one fucking curses if they’re not hit.
No one backs the fuck off, too.
Bay stumbles backward a few times, glancing down to her right, and I do the same before another shot rings out, freezing my breathing.
I watch the Queen of South Shore remain perfectly still and silent because that’s what she is. It doesn’t matter that she gave it to Torin; none of The Nameless are going to listen to him first before her.
I wait for the aftermath and resolution of that shot to give me what I’m in for.
Her dying.
Her bleeding out.
Us losing her for real this time, all because I never did what my brothers said to do.
