“Why did you give yourself up?”
“You obviously don’t know my history with De Leon.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“A lot.” I slice my attention back to the crazy Wildes fucker and the other who’s going to go home and shit his pants. “Because what you don’t know about Matteo De Leon…is that the motherfucker is scared shitless of me.”
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bay
“Bay,I said I was going to get him.”
I continue to stomp toward my bedroom like a petulant child, with Levi’s voice still following me throughout the house.
I need a minute.
I need space.
Cold-cocking my best friend in the face isn’t therightthing to do, but it hasn’t halted the thought from forming in my brain while he drove me home.
This is also for him.
“I wasn’t going to give youupfor that shit.”
Don’t care.
What he said was that he was going to grab Torin. He didn’t say he was going to do itafterhe was dead.
“Astor—” I slam my door in his face, immediately pacing the room for some idea to smack me upside the head.
I promised Cairo I wouldn’t do any crazy shit.
I also promised Levi I wouldn’t go off and act bat-shit crazy, either.
I don’t enjoy the fact I vowed to do anything remotely reckless now that I’m in a position where Pretty Boy’s existence lies in the balance of torture and fuck knows what else at the hands of my crazy ex.
My bedroom door suddenly whips open, not surprising me in the least, lightly bumping against the wall, but I’m saved by Mae’s voice skipping down the hallway before Levi can go in on me.
“I’m hungry.”
Story of my life.
Now he can deal with it.
“Give me a second,” Levi immediately says to my sister. “I need?—”
“I want pizza.”
I can feel his scowl from feet away, even though I don’t acknowledge his existence in my space. “Where’s Juice?”
“Playing games.”
“What games?”
“Call of Poopy.” She giggles at her own little joke, and I wish I could smile and divulge in her innocence. In the simple way she has nothing to worry about.
The way it’s supposed to be.
