Fuck balls.
“Mi reina,” he calls out, and I can see him smiling from way back here. “Why did you take my fun away? You know me and Wildes have some unfinished business.”
I scoff, even though he can’t hear it. “Feel free to come over here and get him, puta.”
Matteo doesn’t react like he used to. It could be because of the several dozen AKs pointed at his person.
The fact that the last time one of my boys got a hold of him, he lost a limb.
Or he knows when to shut the hell up.
Either way, I’m happy about it.
“We’re doing this one of two ways,” Matteo claims confidently. “You either give me him or that fucked up husband of yours who took a machete to my fucking arm. Either way, they’re both dead eventually.”
My gaze mindlessly goes to Matteo’s right side where his right arm no longer hangs.
Matteo is right-handed.
He’s so fucked right now.
“And if I don’t?” I push back with a lift of my chin.
“Then we Wild West this shit out.”
“I got it,” Torin blurts out through a mutter. “We’re not about to paint these streets red.”
“Miss Astor,” a voice behind me summons meekly. “We’re outnumbered.”
“He doesn’t know that,” I retort. “He can’t see behind the car.”
“You’re not my fuckin’bro, bro,” Torin spits out, making it known he’s still arguing with Levi. “I don’t trust this bitch.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I hear Rod say to my left. “We might have to see this thing through.”
My head snaps over to him with an immediate glower. “You want me to give him away?—”
“We both know that’s not going to happen,” he slides in, still watching Matteo’s men on the other side of the road. “You’re going to get into the SUV built of bulletproof doors and glass.”
“I’m not leaving these men to this piece of shit,” I clip back, feeling my pulse quicken in equal parts fear and unease. “I’m staying with my people through this.”
“Miss Astor,” the same male voice chimes in. “We promised we’d protect you.”
“And you promised him,” Hot Rod mutters close to my ear, “no stupid shit.”
“Bay,” Matteo calls out, a bit impatiently. “Let’s go with your decision.”
“How about you go fuck yourself?” I spit out recklessly, curling my fingers into tight fists. “This is the last time—” Torin slides into my view, cutting off my next words as I connect with those tawny brown eyes and boy-next-door features.
“Gotta go,” he declares matter-of-factly. “Be a good girl while I’m gone.”
I gape at him, because…did this dumbass just tell me he was about to go with Matteo De Leon?
My ex.
The dude who has had it out for Torin from the first day he caught him sniffing around me?
The same asshole who is hella pissed off because he’s down an arm, which means he’s going to do much worse to someone else.
