Page 13 of Pretty Little Lies

I don’t like it because he’s in my way. And moving Levi out of my way would be like rearranging all the numbers in Pi. A fucking pain in the ass and a lot to take into consideration if you don’t know it that well.

And all I know about Wallace is that he’s a fucking asshole. He hates us, and he’s not afraid to get his hands dirty.

“I saved her,” I offer up instead, and he rushes me again, but this time, I get out of his way and trip him like a middle school bitch.

Levi almost face plants in the ground but catches himself, and I’m forced to turn my back on the street. What’s in frontof me is even more dangerous than who could be walking up behind me right now.

“You need to calm down,” I claim. “You’re gonna pop a blood vessel and that shit hurts.”

“You’re dead, Stanton. I don’t give a fuck if you put on a play for your sick fantasies. You hit my girl, and now I’m going to put my own spin on it.”

Yeah, I don’t know what that means, but I’m sure it’s not a trip to Disney World for free.

“Listen, man, I’m not here to hurt Bay. That’s the last thing I want to do.”

Levi straightens his spine, and he appears more like he’s seven foot now. The dude is like RoboCop or something. I don’t understand how he keeps looking bigger and bigger with each passing second but I’m beginning to think he’s an Avenger or something.

“Hurt her?” Levi repeats, his shoulders tense and heaving with each pissed-off breath he takes. “I should have her shove a dildo up your ass until you bleed.”

“Yeah, I’m bi,” I reply, even though I’m sure he knows that. “But the bleeding thing there isn’t my cup of tea.”

Levi lets out a silent chuckle, and I only notice because of the way his body moves. “You’re gonna be bleeding a lot, Stanton. I can promise you that. In fact”—he takes a step forward and something in the air between us shifts—“I hope you said goodbye to your little boyfriends because you’re goin’ on a little trip.”

Yeah, fuck that again.

“Relax, Wallace,” I try to reason. “We can talk about this.”

The asshole gives me a little smirk and not in agetting my dick hardkinda way. “I’ll be talkin’ about this. But you’re gonna be screamin’ through most of it.”

I’m suddenly seized up by two pair of hands on either side of me, and I instantly go into fight mode.

The dude to my right is the first one I get away from as I thrust my fist into the guy at my left, quickly realizing it’s Hot Shit—AKA Hot Rod.

Bucking my elbow back, Juice Box—cough, just plain Juice—walks right into my path to restrain me again, which is what I needed. Levi comes waltzing forward like the dude from the movie,300,like he’s about to take a whole army down.

I’m flattered.

To think this douchebag believes I have the strength of a whole infantry boosts my ego. But, in reality, these three-against-one odds aren’t going to be working in my favor.

In fact, I think I’m fucked.

“I hope you have enough brain cells in your head for this.” Then Levi swings at me, clipping me in the jaw as I back away from him to miss the blow. Hot Rod stomps on my foot like a fucking girl as the back of my right knee is taken out by what feels like a metal pipe.

I’m down on one knee before I can exhale and stiff handcuffs lock one of my wrists. I reach for Hot Rod’s t-shirt, yanking him forward so that he at least bends over before head-butting him in the face.

Cheap shot.

But if I’m going down for this shit, I’m going to make sure they remember me while I do.

“That was easy,” Levi mocks, towering over me like he won fairly and one-on-one. “Now, let’s get you ready for your trip.”

“You motherfucker?—”

“Don’t get all bent out of shape about it,” Levi coos, crossing his bulky arms along his chest. “I hear that Mexico is nice this time of year.”

“Mexico,” I leer. “The fuck are you going to do?”

“Send you down there free of charge. In a shipping container.”

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