28. Reeve
TWENTY-EIGHT
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The room felt like it tilted the moment Bay walked into the room. All fucking legs, ass, and raven-black hair. My loyal cock came alive and begged to be stroked, kissed, or touched by her.
Unfortunately, the amount of fuck-knows-how-many lines of cocaine I’ve done tonight will not make the memories of this chick fully leave my head for all of fucking eternity.
And it doesn’t help when she’s here.
My goal is and was simple—keep snorting, drinking, and getting high until I can’t think of any-fucking-thing that didn’t include a pair of blue eyes and long raven hair.
Then Matteo served me an appetizer who looked like her.
She’s cute, more slender than Bay, but she didn’t waste any time making a move.
It was fine by me.
Her tongue has been working wonders on my neck for several minutes but then she walked in the fucking room.
Bay fucking Astor.
After a while, I’ll have to be fine, right? To where I won’t have to rely on recreational drugs to rid myself of the gaping hole in my heart that currently resides in my chest when I’m not high and drunk off my ass.
I can’t feel it now, but it once was there. However, the last line I did has me restless as fuck.
I’ve been sitting on his couch for the last million years with nothing to do until Matteo pointed at me, and the brunette came over.
Veronica?
Vicky?
I don’t remember her name, but I do remember Matteo popping off with some threats that I didn’t hear because that’s how insignificant they are. All I can think about is where I’m going to get my next high and where the fuck those two blondes went.
However, right here and now, I have a hundred things running through my brain on what I could do with my hands while Bay is in my sights.
Matteo called her here on some bullshit that has to do with me, but he won’t kill me. De Leon might be a lot of chosen adjectives that I’ll let Torin project out all day, but my death also comes with his murder.
He knows that.
I know that.
My brothers will figure it out. If I die, oh well. For all my sins, it’d be about time.
Yet, as fate would have it, Torin already shot two guys in the back of the head when he snuck in here. All James Bond and bullshit.
I rolled my eyes.
He even brought a silencer and three dudes from the Forsaken Crew with him. Nonetheless, I found Matteo’s weakness, and it’s one we all share.
Bay.
The stupid idiot didn’t even notice the increase in volume when Torin slid in with our guys. His two guys did, but pop, pop.
And down they went.
The whole place is probably surrounded by our crew while Matteo is muttering shit I don’t even care to eavesdrop on.
It wouldn’t matter what he said anyway.
Something about Bay and him going off somewhere, which—as much as I hate saying this—Bay isn’t down for his dick.
I wish she were because it would mean I could write her off with another reason on how shady she is.
But, alas, she looks like she’s about to vomit on her white crop top.
And, fuck me, her short shorts that outline every single one of those luscious curves should be illegal.
She should be locked the hell up for walking around like she does and taking what she wants with zero fucks. She shattered my heart into a million pieces, and she gets to walk around scot-free.
And while I still feel something for her, it’s more on the edge of revenge and petty than anything else. Whatever used to live for her is now gone and dead. It’ll never be resurrected.
However, I can’t deny the fact my body still wants her.
My brain will get over it. But in this moment, the once Superman wave of energy I once had, surges into something more.
It’s adrenaline and lust.
“Funny, you should say that, De Leon,” Torin muses with an arrogant smirk I’ve seen way too many times. “Because I was thinkin’ the same thing with my girl.”
De Leon jolts away from Bay and spins—surprised.
Again, moron.
A yawn takes over my mouth, and I stretch my legs even farther because the party’s over. Torin will drive me home, and I’ll sleep for the next twenty-four hours and knock another night of this back when I awaken.
Everyone needs a routine.
This is currently mine.
I hear Matteo bitch about something, what Torin is doing here, but…like I just said…moron.
How did my brother find us? No clue.
Don’t care either.
I could use the shuteye and some water because Victoria or Velma over here isn’t going to do it anymore.
Not with Bay in the room.
“Wildfire, go show De Leon why you won’t come back to him. He obviously needs to learn firsthand.”
Bay slowly shakes her head, and I notice the small tremble that takes over her body as she wraps her arms tighter around herself.
I didn’t really notice before, but Matteo gives her the creeps like no other.
I could see why. The guy won’t fuck off already, and she hasn’t shown any sign of lust or attraction since being in the room.
Why didn’t she bring a gun and just shoot him?
“Reeve.” My eyes slice up to Torin standing directly in front of me. I stare up at him, confused. His light brown eyes are full of mischief and a bat-shit load of we’re going to get in some trouble . “You alright, brother?”
“Yeah, man,” I reply mindlessly. “I wanna go. This place is boring.”
“All in good time.” He smacks my shoulder and glances over at Vanessa. “Why don’t you fuck off, sweetheart? Playtime is over.”
“But—” she starts, but poor thing, she doesn’t know what she’s up against. My concentration was stolen the moment Bay walked into the room, and I want no one else.
“Bye,” I dismiss, not bothering to glance over at her.
It’s always the same.
Disappointment, rejection, shit I’ve felt before, but really don’t give a fuck about right now. The woman who did that to me is in the room, but I can’t bring myself to focus on what she did over what I want.
“Our girl is here. We need to fix a few things.”
I lift a brow. “Like?”
“Matteo De Leon was about to fuck our girl,” he claims flatly, and I can see it in his eyes—a lesson is required. “Right in front of you.”
“Hold up, Valerie,” I tell the brunette who’s rising from the couch. “Sit.”
I silently lift my chin for Torin to do what he wants or needs to do. And the fucker smiles before in tandem to my agreeing to whatever bullshit he has for tonight.
“Wildfire, come here.”
It takes what feels like forever for Bay to show up in my view, but her focus is locked on Torin’s. Trepidation fills those beautiful blue eyes and Matteo fucked with her more than I thought he did.
There’s so much more that I don’t know about that story.
“Give me the gun.” Bay doesn’t move in the direction of, where I’m assuming, Matteo is, with where the gun is pointed. So, Torin closes the distance, and I watch Bay recoil away from him.
He says something I can’t hear. It could be because my brain is going a hundred miles an hour.
But she’s next to me one minute, then I’m taking in her full beauty the next.
Those blue eyes, the light blue of them, can never compare to anyone else’s. I saw Matteo’s game to give me a look-a-like. I allowed her to touch me and whisper all the dirty shit she wanted me to do about fucking her ass, but here I am.
Standing toe-to-toe-again with the girl of my dreams.
My fingers coil into the loops of her jeaned shorts and I’m dragging her against me. Eyes closing as our foreheads meet, I feel her shudder against me.
“Bay Bay McQueen…” Her scent infiltrates my body; turbo blue and power steering fluid. She was racing or doing something car-related, which has always been hot as fuck to me. “You fucked up. You shouldn’t have come.”
“I wasn’t going to leave you.”
Oh, baby. You’re going to learn.
My hands palm her hips and slide around to the top of her ass. “I have a problem. And I need you to help me rectify it.”
“What is it?” She pulls from me, and I miss her immediately. Her blue eyes search for what I need.
Still so badass and yet so sweet.
“Let me fuck you—” Her palms find me square in my chest, and she shoves, sending my uneven ass right back to couch and next to Viola.
“You’ve got me fucked up if you think we’re doing that.” Her face skews, looking at me as though I’ve lost my damn mind.
I haven’t.
That part—the one that used to give a damn—it’s gone.
“Come here, Bay,” Matteo raves angrily. “I told you.”
“Told her what, De Leon?” Torin challenges behind Bay. “That we’re bad for you and you’re the knight in shining armor?” I hear my brother tsk. “Tie his ass fuckin’ up and get rid of these motherfuckers.”
I had forgotten the small crowd behind us as the room moves at Torin’s order, and a few guys dressed in black escort them out.
I know Torin has it handled. I don’t bother worrying about it or even helping as Bay stands in front of me like she doesn’t know what to do with herself.
“Do you need me to beg?” I ask gently, receiving those fucking lucid blue eyes. “I remember doing that a few times.”
“Reeve—”
“You wouldn’t take that away from me, too, would you?”
“I love you,” I whisper, sandwiching Bay between my body and her dad’s Chevy Nova. “Don’t make me give you up. I can’t do that, Bay. Let me take care of you.”
My lips lift into an easy-peasy grin because I’m not joking. I want my dick deep inside her right now, and no one else will do.
I gave her up.
She didn’t really leave me with much of an option. But it doesn’t mean I still can’t have this. Bay Astor still wants me, that much is evident. She can hide it or deny it, but when we’re together—sweaty, needy, and utterly fucked for each other—we’re unstoppable.
“Say yes, McQueen.”
I need her to. I want her so fucking bad, I can’t stand it.
“I can’t,” she whispers. “He’ll kill us.”
She’s so fucking annoying.
Just because I don’t flaunt that I’m one of the three Forsaken Crew leaders doesn’t mean I’m disposable like everyone else.
I’m a king.
With no kingdom, technically.
When Dad disappeared, I didn’t reignite Newport into anything. I decided to stand by my brothers, already having two pieces of the Titan puzzle and kept it moving.
“Having a hard time getting it up for pussy, Stanton,” Matteo chuckles tauntingly, setting the hairs at the back of my neck on end, and I forgot he was annoyingly here again. That’s what happens when Bay is in the room.
Everything else disappears into nothing.
“They talk strategy first,” I hear Torin say as Bay moves slightly, and I locate Matteo sitting in a wooden chair with his hands behind his back. “Then they fuck like crazy.”
This fucking asshole.
I roll my eyes when Matteo pops off again.
“Right,” Matteo drawls, glancing up at Torin. “Maybe you should bend over Wildes. I’m sure you do it for him on a daily basis.”
“Oh, all the time,” Torin agrees, then smacks the back of his head. “Then, while he’s fucking me, I fuck Bay.”
I can feel the anger coming off De Leon’s body just sitting here when he barks out, “You’ve got thirty seconds to get the fuck out of my bar before I have you buried.”
“See, you need to be prepared, De Leon. If those guys on the other side of the room had weapons, it wouldn’t have gone down this way.”
“You fucking white boy,” he snarls. “You think you can just waltz in here and make me listen? I don’t run the Pistol Posse like those Forsaken fucks of yours. In fact, it’s like a tight ship—” Bay latches onto my hand and tries to yank me off the couch, but I’m dead weight.
“We need to get out of here,” Bay says, almost frantically. “ Now .”
She tugs on my arm harder, pulling it out of the socket almost, but I don’t move an inch to help her.
“You already done waiting, mi reina ?” I hear Matteo ask. “I don’t blame you, baby. Come to papi .”
Damn, it sounds like someone needs a reminder of who’s in charge.
“McQueen.” Her gaze faithfully falls back to me, and my ego amps up. “Go wait for me on the pool table. Your daddy will be there in a minute.”
She erases a little space between us but not much, careful to keep herself at a distance. “Reevie, we have to get out of here.”
“We’re not,” I deadpan evenly.
This Matteo De Leon has been in the fucking way for too long. I know Torin has a long-standing relationship with the fuck, but not me.
He had us jumped a few weeks back, and I didn’t retaliate on that.
He got my girl into a field, where he thought she was alone, and tried her then.
Now he lured her here with me as bait.
With all that being said, I’m high as fuck. I’m in the mood to make several bad decisions and selfishly get what I want out of it. Ozzy can kiss and suck my whole dick for all I care because there was no secret—zero—ever on how I felt about Bay.
And he took her anyway.
But in this golden opportune moment, Bay Astor is mine.
And she can’t take that away from me.
Not now.
Because I’m too inebriated to fuckin’ care.