Get rid of her.
Bay blows out a steady exhale through her lips, and the room goes perfectly still.
I’m confused again.
I think I’m too high.
“Took you long enough,” I hear Bay mutter, prompting my eyebrows to clench in even more confusion of what the fuck she’s even talking about.
“Had a few men to murder first, Astor,” is the male response she receives in the next millisecond, rallying my head toward it and to whomever the hell is talking.
I’m too fucked up for this.
I have to be.
Because standing in the fucking doorway of Bay Astor’s old house is Levi Wallace.
Alive.
Well.
Talking.
As in, he’s actually fuckinghereright now.
I gape at the motherfucker because Iburiedhim. I watched Bay spiral and break.
She murdered that blonde chick over it.
She tried torun overDe Leon for killing this prick.
So, again…color me fucking stupid.
Levi Wallace cannotbe in the same damn room with me, breathing the same air as me, and speaking like he was never dead in the first fucking place.
“Nice shot,” Bay emits gently. “Now, how the hell are we gonna get past that?”
I mindlessly glance back over at her but find Bay staring down at the floor.
Following, I locate Vivian with a bullet hole in her forehead.
She’s dead.
“What the fuck is happening?” I sneer through clenched teeth, appraising Bay to give me the damn answer.
“Saving you from having a kid,” Wallace’s voice responds for her, demanding my brain to take him in again to confirm this is real. He fucking smiles at me like the chump bitch he is. “You’re welcome.”
FIFTY-TWO
bay
“So,how did you two dipshits think this was gonna work, huh? What were you gonna do, Wallace, fuckin’ swoop in like Batman and save us from the fuckin’ Joker?”
I sink deeper into the passenger seat of the blacked-out SUV Levi is driving, knowing damn well his resurrection is going to fall on rage-filled eyeballs and a few shots thrown out by the Forsaken boys.
Cairo has not stoppedtalkingsince Levi shoved him in the backseat and slammed the door in his face.
He’s been asking a million and one questions, hovering over the center console like he’s one of us and peppering off comments left and right as if he’s privy to all the information we hold.
