“Brother, youhaveto watch her every fucking move,” I order. “Take her phone because she’s gonna get loose, and when she does?—”
“Did you hear me when I said she’s holding a pencil with her fist like she’s waiting on the opportune moment?” he leers back.
“She feels caged. And since when areyouafraid of a woman?”
“When I just experienced how much of a loose cannon she is,” he replies under his breath, careful to keep his voice down. “She killed that Nessa chick, and I had to get rid of the fucking body with those two South Shore pricks. I still don’t know what the fuck happened.”
“She sided with De Leon.”
“How the fuck do you know?”
I glance up at Ozzy because how the fuck does anyone know? “Well?”
“Travis Muncy,” he replies evenly, but I notice his jaw twitch just the slightest. “We talked.”
Okay…
“What the hell is going on with you and that kid?” Cairo asks with annoyance. “You looked like you wanted to kill him.”
“Nothing.”
I quirk an eyebrow at my cousin, but I don’t press the shit any more. I don’t care. There are more important things going on than what Oz did to Travis and how he did it.
“We need Reeve,” I state, a hollow feeling filling my stomach because he’s on a binge and fuck knows where he’s at or what he’s doing, but he’d be perfect for this job. “He’s gonna be able to pull her out.”
“We can’t fucking find him.”
“We need a bigger search party then. The more time he’s gone, the more trouble he’s going to get into. He comes back, so will she.”
“I can’t risk any more out than what we have now,” Cairo replies. “Especially since De Leon just openly attacked the King of South Shore, killed him, andyou’renot dead yet.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m almost thinking he was stalking the both of you. How the hell did you both end up in the same place?”
“Luck,” I reply with a dismissive shrug I instantly regret when another wave of pain goes through me. “I dunno. He was there. I remember rolling my eyes and then gunshots went off.”
“Perfect timing.”
“Sounds like it, doesn’t it?” I feel Ozzy study every move I make, my fucking tone, and I can’t hide how utterly devastated I am that she’s going through this, and I can’t be there.
That I’ve royally fucked us up, and there’s nothing I’m going to be able to do to right the wrong.
Nothing that levels up to take back what I’ve done to Bay.
No apology could ever get her to forgive me. And right now, she’s going through it, raging off a loss and fighting off the grieving process when I should be there for her.
“So, since you have your hands full,” I convey evenly. “When are you getting me out of here?”
“Doctor is supposed to call tomorrow. Probably in the next two days or so.”
“You’re fucking with me.”
“Torin, I have enough fucking problems,” Cairo grinds out. “You out of my hair is something I’m grateful for.”
“Where the hell am I evenat? I’ve got randommenin here with ski masks on, and I know damn well you didn’t leave me with The Nameless.”
Silence.
