The Nameless know it.
His plan, the outcome of whatever fucked-up idea he has, it’s not going to cease until one of us is in the ground.
Matteo has the upper hand. I have two sisters to manage, my headspace to protect, and Levi would have my whole ass if I went rogue.
Mywholeass.
“Miss Astor.” Glancing over my shoulder, I find one of the guys from outside—not sure which one because he has a white ski mask over his head—standing in the doorway. “Cairo Black is here to see you.”
It’s a bit eerie to have masked men following you around everywhere you go. I’ve never seen them walking outside in broad daylight, just chilling and hanging out, but here we are.
The infamous Nameless.
A gang not even the girl who grew up here has seen.
I mindlessly shake my head. I’m not in the mood to talk to anyone besides the bald-headed tattoo artist and the guy standing in front of me for the next five seconds. “Not right now.”
He bows his head and then promptly turns on his feet to carry out my order.
I couldn’t get used to this if I tried.
However, they’re serving their purpose by allowing me a bit of peace and fucking quiet without Cairo and Ozzy breathing down my neck every two seconds.
Though, despite the serenity on the outside, on the inside, my brain is in full sprint mode. I can’t get that to fuck off for a million years if I tried. And, as much as I appreciate the extra security, I wish Matteo fucking would with me.
I’m fiending for it.
Chill, sis. Your time will come. And so will his.
Inhaling, I settle back into the chair and wait. I don’t care how long it takes this dude to draw this shit out. I have nothing else better to do.
Juice is out with the girls, getting their minds off everything the best he can. Movies, pizza, shopping, fuck knows what else.
I said I would go after I went to Levi’s garage—so I could justbein a space he used to always frequent—and he told me no.
So, I came here.
My cell buzzes against my thigh, and I mindlessly fish it out to make sure it’s not Juice telling me something is up with Ellie and Mae besides the usual.
But it’s Cairo.
CAIRO: I just need to know you’re fine.
My first thought is to not respond, but he’ll keep bothering me, so I do.
BAY: I’m fine.
CAIRO: What do you need?
BAY: For you to leave me alone.
CAIRO: Can’t do that. How about food?
BAY: No.
CAIRO: Drinks?
BAY: Fuck off.
