“Was. I got rid of him because he seemed to enjoy it a little too much.”
I try to look over at Reeve, but Levi won’t let me. “I want his last name, too.”
“Lev…” I narrow my eyes. “Stop it. Like Reeve said, I was trying to prove a point.”
“What’s next? You fucking someone?”
I roll my eyes. “No. I’m not?—”
“Speaking of fucking someone,” Reeve cuts in, sounding a bit lost in the sauce. “That’s what we’re about to go do. Ozzy and Cairo…they found Wildes.”
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Leaveit to Torin to cock-block me from some Bay-Levi action.
I was on the precipice of theperfectfucking night when the prick must’ve sensed I was going to make our girl come so hard she was going to be moaning my name like a prayer.
Bitch-ass.
Levi hauled ass to the ping Cairo sent me with Bay in between us. Our fingers laced and locked together as I felt the anxiety pumping through her veins strum into mine.
I won’t say I’m not a bit nervous to find my brother and what’s happening between Bay and me.
I want to go back to her—my body craves it as much as half my head—but I’m paranoid it’s the wrong choice and something else is going to go down. That I’m the last one on her list, no matter what.
In Shoreline Peaks, we’re already in dangerous territory. Especially with two tinted-out SUVs behind us—Wallace’s Nameless—and we look so sus it’d be evident to anyone we’re here to fuck shit up.
I wouldn’t mind being here if McQueen weren’t with me.
However, she is, and I’m not going to get anywhere by telling her to stay in the car and relax.
The woman is, more than likely, going to stroke me out before I’m thirty, and I’d be okay with it if she were actually stroking me while it happened.
“We stay close,” Wallace orders, all business and no play, as he parks on the side of an abandoned drugstore. “I hope you came strapped, Stanton, because I only have two guns.”
“Already situated,” I deadpan, looking out the passenger window to nothing but thick woods and darkness.
Not fun.
Not anything I want to walk into while Bay is with me, either.
I’m not entirely sure if De Leon believes he’s some sort of Lost Boy or something, but this hiding-in-woods bullshit is for the birds.
It’s the perfect way to jump someone.
“One reckless move out of you, Astor,” Wallace warns with a bit of steel to his tone. “And I’m going?—”
“I’ll be by your side the whole time,” she mutters. “I promise.”
“Promise me again,” he retorts, the leather seat underneath him squeaking in protest to his weight. “You hear a scream, you don’t move. A gunshot, you get down. Anything that isn’t crickets or a bat, you hide. Got me?”
“Yes,” she replies softly.
“That means us, too,” he tacks on. “Unless we call you out, youdon’tbecome a hero.”
“I got it.”
