“And what about Ramsey?” Cairo solicits, clearly not reading the room when I just said I’m not telling him shit.
Regardless, I’ll feed him a bone.
“If you’re concerned about the Titan fight,” I emit. “That’s never going to happen.”
“And, if you knew shit about my brother,” Torin chimes in, his voice strained. “Then you’d already know he’s going to spring it on her. It’s not going to be planned the right way.”
“He can’t?—”
“He doesn’t care,” Cairo cuts in. “Technically, the only people who matter are him and her.”
I steer my attention to both of them, sitting side by side, obviously more concerned about the where and how than I am.
Cairo meets me head-on.
Torin is too busy glaring at Bay’s and my joined hands.
“Do I need to handle him, too?” I ask, half sarcastically, half serious. “Because I have no issues killing a Wildes.”
“No,” Torin mutters, loud enough for us all to hear. “You just suck at it.”
The little bitch has me there.
Luck has always been on Torin’s side, and I’ve never been able to get my hands fully on him in the way I’ve always wanted to.
Reaching for my waistband with my free hand, I drop my Glock aimlessly to the wooden table with a pledging thud of what I could do. “There’s no time like the present, is there, Baby Wildes?”
Torin’s light brown eyes slice over to me, but he’s anything but concerned or scared. “I’m game whenever you are.”
“Levi,” Bay starts, her tone peaceful and calm. “He saved your life.”
Ouch.
Talk about loyalty and never bringing that up again.
“I really wish he hadn’t,” I grind out, hating the fact that, at the end of the day, Iowethis motherfucker something. “I’m not going to have this hovering over my head my whole life.”
Torin lips coil into a shitty smirk. “I think a quickthank youis in order, and we’ll move on.”
“I’d rather choke.”
“I mean”—Reeve leans back in his chair, extending his arm over the back of Bay’s chair, and I’m about to rip it out of his socket when he begins playing with a lock of her hair—“I can think of something you could choke on.”
Yep.
I’m going to have zero regrets killing all of them.
However, Bay is going to feel different about it, and the last thing she needs to do is mourn anybody else.
“Reeve,” Bay lightly chides, not bothering to acknowledge him when she says it. “Shut the hell up.”
“I’ll handle Ramsey.” All eyes fall on Baby Wildes, and I’m less than impressed with the announcement. “He won’t kill me.”
“That’s a shame,” I deadpan, but he ignores me and continues.
“Regardless of how we’ve moved differently, my brother has always had this weird thing with me where he’s always wanted to show me the way but didn’t push the bar too hard. Thought I would always come around.”
“We can’t have you do that,” Bay retorts flatly. “It’s your brother.”
