SIXTY-THREE
levi
Leaveit to Torin Wildes to fuck up my plan.
To be all moral and shit, like some martyr who’s going to have a memorial built of him after he gets himself killed.
I wouldn’t be building it, but his boys might.
However, he’d be getting himself taken out for the most valuable thing I have, and I can’t fault him for taking the only move he had.
Bay’s life for his.
With or without me, we would’ve somehow landed here.
Matteo won’t give it up. Ozzy really pissed him off by taking off his whole arm, and while IwishI could say I couldn’t blame him, I’d have to like the motherfucker first.
And I don’t.
So, as much as I’m losing my upper hand here with revealing myself to the world, Matteo seems to calm the fuck down when I’m around.
And around, I am.
“I swear to God, if you show yourself,” Bay warns under her breath, “I will scream.”
“I’d rather you do that somewhere else.” The Nameless begin moving forward to grab Baby Wildes when I add, “If they move, you shoot De Leon first.”
“Stop!” Matteo hollers like a nervous bitch. “I didn’t fuckin’ agree, bitch.”
“Levi,” Bay mutters with her last and final caution that I better take her seriously. “I’m a split second from losing my shit.Gethim.”
I exhale heavily, releasing my hold on her arm and stepping out to act as a shield. She loves that fucking Wildes boy and I’m going to let her.
I don’t like it.
Will never like it.
But she does, and I’m not going to make her choose sides.
It could probably be fucking worse.
“Let this motherfucker see me,” I proclaim to my men, who don’t know they’re my men, but hey, they’re about to.
A few of them glimpse back at me, probably wondering who the fuck is giving out orders when I’m in a matching ski mask.
And this is going to be another conversation filled with whys, hows, and what is going to feel like a cheap shot filled with betrayal.
Nonetheless, my voice or something must register because they move the hell out of the way and hand over a straight shot of Matteo.
Pulling at my mask, it easily slides over my face, and so does the closest chess piece I had to kill Matteo De Leon.
My presence.
Now I’m giving it up for Baby Wildes and his life.
And real talk, if anyone is going to murder Torin Wildes, that asshole is going to be me.
I connect with Matteo’s gaze like we’ve always meant to be enemies. Some connection that has gone through a million lifetimes, and we always come to this point.
