“Don’t fuck with me, Bay,” he counters with a bit of a bite. “You might be petty and reckless, but I’m calculated and callous. I will win that fuckin’ battle.”
The corners of my lips quirk into a shitty little smirk. “You don’t know me that well, do you?”
“I think I did about thirty minutes ago,” he replies flatly, and my cheeks blush furiously as he stares down at me. Memories of him inside me, the things he said. “However, I’m not ready to write a full-length biography on you just yet. Give me time.”
My lips begin to part with a retort, but Ozzy shows up at his side, and I lose.
I’m not going anywhere as long as these two are joining thewe-need-to-waittrain.
Patience was never a virtue of mine. However, I’ll play until I’m tired of waiting.
Until I know Levi is out of the woods.
Then they won’t have any more excuses to keep me away and locked up at home.
I owe Levi everything.
A strong front.
A force to be reckoned with.
A South Shore bitch, through and through.
But I can’t when he’s hanging in the balance, and I’ve lost one battle with these guys, who allegedly have good intentions.
All in all, it’s clear what needs to happen. I won’t pivot off a cliff because I’m clinging to a thread Levi is going to pull through for me.
He has to.
Don’t give up on me. I need you.
THREE
cairo
She’s lodged a fuckingdresser in front of her door and won’t let me in.
I knew Bay Astor was a fucking brat, butdistressedBay is a whole other level of female emotion I’mnotused to.
Carina and Luisa can be emotional and outspoken when upset, deterred, or just at the time of the month, but Bay has completely shut down.
To the point where she’s notansweringme at all.
I’d think she escaped, but I hear her rummaging around in there occasionally. Hot Rod and Juice have their squad lined up every-fucking-where so I do my best to give her space as I figure out my own fucking mess.
Before arriving on South Breeze Street, I was told dudes immediately took Torin, and I quickly gathered that they were part of The Nameless.
Why?
Because De Leon either mowed down and killed all my men, or they’re laid up with their own injuries.
However, I wasn’t playing the fucking game of where my brother was, who he was with, or what his full condition was.
Thankfully, my crew intercepted Torin’s convoy, and he’s safely tucked away with our medical team.
Whatever good that is right now.
I’m awaiting word of his second surgery, and I need something else to focus on. Torin’s body is riddled with bullet holes and, honestly, I couldn’t bring myself to ask how many.
