I knew, as of last night, he was alive. His reasoning, according to Cairo, is to be the wild card. And right now, he is.
It’s not the greatest move. Ramsey called Bay out for The Landings Titan seat. Matteo is armless and probably whining like a bitch because of Ozzy. Torin is on a manhunt for both assholes.
And Wallace and I are too busy fucking Bay.
Right after each other.
I could get used to this.
“Wanna join me?”
“Where?”
Levi doesn’t answer, and I can’t help but just fuck with this prick.
“I’ll need a few minutes, big man. I’m a bit spent right now.”
He steps deeper into the kitchen, his light green eyes murderous. “Make one more fucking crack about Astor, Stanton, and I’ll throw you into my makeshift grave.”
“You don’t need to be violent about it. I’m offering you a place. Honestly, you’re in luck. I think you’re the only South Shore fuck I’d allow to play.”
“I wasn’t looking for your permission.”
“Well, you’ve got it anyway. Welcome to the club.”
“I’m not part of yourclub.”
“You’re really fuckin’ sexy when you’re pissed, Wallace. You’re not doing yourself any fucking favors.”
“Reeve…” Bay warns behind me, but she doesn’t need to. I know how hard to push Wallace and when to take cover.
“Put your small dick away,” Wallace announces, making me remember that I’m full frontal in front of him. “And I don’t need to state the obvious, do I?”
That he’s alive.
That he’s a player.
That’s he’s in this with us.
“We need to talk,” I reply, tucking my cock back into my jeans because we do. We’re all on the same mission now—always have been, and if Wallace has plans, we need to know them. “All of us. I don’t know what kind of surprise attacks you have planned, but we have other problems.”
“I think you have enough to worry about.” He crosses his bulky arms along his equally large chest. “You go see your dad yet?”
This bitch.
I step forward without thinking about it—to do what, I’m not sure—but Bay’s fingers lightly wrap around my forearm.
No.
I haven’t seen my long-lost father yet.
You can call it whatever you want—being a pussy, a fucking twat for not running to him the moment Oz said he wasn’t dead, but I can’t seem to bring myself that far back to the past.
Through that kind of torment.
He’s sedated most of the time. Per Cairo, he’s terrified and mumbles. No clear words, and I don’t know what to do about it.
It didn’t come in my Forsaken Crew handbook.
