Page 14 of Pretty Little Lies

Oh, fuck.

No passport or money. I’m really going to make it back home in time for Christmas.

“Cute,” I deadpan, trying not to give away the worry coursing through my veins because it makes sense since Levi and his boys own the shipping yard. If they don’t feel like burying a body, the next best thing is just to dispose of me altogether without having to lift a finger.

“I thought so.” Levi leans forward to get into my face. “I hope you paid attention in Spanish. Because you’re about tobuen viaje. But not before we have a little fun with you first.”

It doesn’t take a brain scientist to know that it kinda sounded likebon voyage.

And the thought of never saying goodbye to my boys sends a sharp pain through my gut. That they’re going to search for me and they’re not going to have any luck.

Because I’m going to be another country away with no way to contact me.

And, yep, I’m fucked.

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Levi has losthis damn mind.

And, here I go again, going up against him and doing everything that I would disownmyselffor if the tables were reversed.

Before, I may have been able to ask for forgiveness and Levi would’ve let it go by the wayside. But, I’m still waiting on that feat. He hasn’t spoken to me since the day he came barrelling inside the house after seeing the tape with Reeve and I while I’ve been on pins and needles ever since.

Now, after hearing him tonight with Reeve, I knew I had to wait it out because stopping Levi in front of Reeve would’ve disarmed us as a unit.

And I couldn’t have that.

Not for Reeve and his mellowed-out personality, or Torin and the way he matches my inner petty with those fucking tawny brown eyes. I knew these boys were going to cause trouble for me in more ways than one, and now they have me going up against my best friend in order to save their lives.

Lives I’m not sure are worth saving because, in the grand scheme of things, and on paper, we’re enemies. Two towns tornapart by one man and a plan, and we shouldn’t be playing this game.

But we are.

Regardless, Levi has to be my number one, always and forever. That man has had my back, I owe him my loyalty, and I’ve done nothing but stomp all over it.

Yet, I can’t allow him to take down Reeve, let alone cast him out of thecountryfor protecting me. The bestie obviously doesn’t see it that way but it is. After that, Reeve can thank me by staying away. Because, next time, I might not be around to get his ass out of trouble like I tried to do the moment the boys carted Reeve off.

But when I strode down the hall and toward the front door, Juice was sitting at the dining room table with his cell in his hand, in the dark, like a psycho.

When I questioned him what he was doing—knowing that he was cock-blocking me into leaving—Juice played it off like I needed protecting per Levi.

Translation: you’re not getting out of this house.

Also, I wasn’t getting out of this house.

I went along with Juice’s ploy, hoping that Levi didn’t have everything set up to load Reeve up on the next container ship out. Sneaking out was going to cause suspicion, so I did what every horrible friend would do.

I called someone in who had nothing to do with it.

Travis.

Promising that I’d tell him all about it later, I sent him to the shipping yard on a co-op mission to find Reeve. I was, yet again, putting Travis in a really messed-up situation but this was life or death. I didn’t know what part of Mexico Levi was shipping Reeve off to but I would bet every dollar I had that it wouldn’t be anywhere luxurious or nice.

“You waitin’ on something?”

I glance up from the screen of my phone, finding Juice’s emerald eyes already locked onto me with something he doesn’t bother hiding—suspicion. I’m sure Levi told him to make sure I stayed holed up in the house tonight and to not let me out of his sight.

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