Page 36 of Beautiful Chaos
My sister rolls her beautiful big brown eyes at me. “You hopeless slut.”
I keep eye contact while I down the rest of my beer. I consider another but grab a water instead. She’s still waiting.
Letting out a frustrated growl, I ask, “Why are you trying to stir the pot? You know Dad would have a goddamned heart attack if I slept with Sy. Hell, hestillhasn’t forgiven the Wildlings for insisting he move into the same building as us.”
I mean, I was the one who started the conversation about bringing Sy into the building, but I’m definitely not telling my fathersthat.
She snorts. “Silas wants you to become Cupcake’s stepdaddy. Stop acting like it’s a matter of whether or not you want tosleepwith him.”
It’s my turn to roll my eyes. “That is not the point. The point is that Dad would crash out, vomit, and never forgive me.”
“Silas Hernandez is not Silas Blake, Oak.”
No shit.
Blake couldn’t lick my Silas’s shoes.
“Yes, I’m aware. He’s still not dating material. And besides, I don’t date.”
I mean, I might if life would slow the fuck down, but that’s not happening anytime soon.
“Fine. Do you at least have access to his personnel files?”
“Of course I do. Why is that any concern of yours?”
“I’m just saying. The dads refuse to tell us any details, only that he’s a dangerous psycho who has always been a dangerous psycho and we are to never have anything to do with him.”
I’d love to tell her I have definitive proof that Syisn’t a psycho, but that crosses one of the few ethical boundaries I’ve managed to hold on to this month.
I mean, Maverick came back to my office a few days after his initiation, once everything had kinda landed. We talked through how upset he’d been, not knowing about Uncle Eddie. He cried. I gave him excellent clinical advice.
I managed to avoid telling him that his twin is the only near-psychopath I’ve discovered so far.
Then we went out by the little waterfall and smoked some really good weed with Hedy.
So. Yeah.
I refocus on the screen, and Amelia is glaring at me.
“You’re thinking about him right now, aren’t you?”
“Youjustasked me about him, Melia. What am I supposed to be doing, contemplating the weather?” I shrug. “And yes, our fathers would love it if we acted like Sy never existed.”
“True,” she says on a snort.
“Though…” I tap my chin. “They hardly ever complain about him living in the same building anymore.”
“Toyou, Oak. They hardly complain toyou,” she says, widening her eyes. “Dad has never stopped fretting over it to me, and Papa isn’t much better.”
“Which again begs the question: Why are you pushing this thing with Sy so hard?”
She lifts a shoulder. “I know you pretty well. You two seem like a good match.”
I mean…she’s notentirelywrong.
Which is unusual for Amelia.
“I don’t even wanna know what that means.”
