Don’t ask me why.
The only explanation I have is I knew how much he meant to Bay, end of story. There is no truce, no bond, or newly formed alliance.
It was forher.
Period.
“Where is she?” I ask again, as the machines begin to squawk at me to shut up.
Nonetheless, it doesn’t stop the thoughts sprinting violently through my brain.
Bayshother friend.
“She sided up with him,” Ozzy deadpans, answeringanotherquestion.
My nostrils flare because of that motherfucker De Leon…and here I was, thinking he was dumber than a bag of rocks. He chose someone who was close to Bay and turned her.
Genius move.
Despite that, he underestimated my girl.
“Call Cairo,” I order, shoving at the white sheets still covering some of my body. “I’m gettin’ outta here.” He doesn’t move, which has me glowering at him. Ozzyonlydoes this shit when he’s doing something he’s not supposed to or if there’s something he doesn’t want to tell me. “Was there somethingelse?”
“Yes.”
“Well…”
“Levi Wallace is dead.”
I never expected my world to stop moving withthatnews, as if it meant something to me like it would Bay.
She’s my first thought.
The absolute agony and distress she must be going through because I can’t ignore what it is. What he’s always been to her, whether I liked the shit or not.
I sure as hell don’t need Levi Wallace in my life. Never relied on him to do anything but fuck shit up for me. I’ve chased his ass out of The Landings more times than I care to count, and I could definitely do without his meddling when it came to Bay but…
Fuck…Bay.
“How bad is she?” The words barely leave my lips because I know what I would do in this situation if any of my boys got killed.
Matteo De Leon would be dead already. I wouldn’t stop until he was.
“Deadly.”
Forcing myself, I bring my feet around the side of the bed and ignore the discomfort and pain. “She’s gonna run.”
“She can’t,” Ozzy retorts calmly. “Cairo told her?—”
“Do youreallythink she gives a fuck about what Black says?” I snap, narrowing my eyes on him. “Her ex justmurderedher best friend on asidewalk.” I point to the door. “She’s gonna get his ass.”
Ozzy bobs his head. “Yes, but The Nameless?—”
“Brother, you don’t get it, do you?” I say, rocking my head back and forth. “She’sme. If she puts her mind to it, she’s getting into Shoreline Peaks. She’s going to do it without you.”
We’re grudge-holding assholes who will never forget what’s been done to them. Who might never fail to remember the wrongs done to them.
Oz points to the IV sticking out of my arm. “You have to stay.”
