Page 140 of Pretty Little Lies

“And, what, Torin is gonna be alright with that?”

“Don’t care. His problem.”

Okay, this is where it’s a problem. Reeve is thinking with his dick, and Torin isn’t far behind.

“So, she takes precedence over him? You’re trading your brother in for a chick?”

“No,” he growls out, hazel eyes turning into slits on me. “I’m just not going to be hung up about it twenty-four-seven like you. Have some fun while you can, dude. You’re so high on your fucking pedestal that you could’ve already solved this problem with Vivian years ago.”

“She’s Muncy’s daughter.”

“And we’ve made more important people disappear with less hassle.” I don’t respond to that because I can’t argue with it.My morals and my father’s hold on not offing her have been weighing heavily for years. “You ready for next Sunday?”

I nod. Prepping all week for my fight with Matteo for the Titan seat isn’t something I’m particularly worried about at the moment. I got the shit in the bag, no matter what dumbass crap he’s looking to play.

“I need you focused, brother.”

I look over at him. “I needyoufocused, brother. I know you like her…but we can’t afford the slip-up, got it?”

He hesitates, but finally nods in agreement. Everything we’ve worked for will crumble if she’s has an ulterior motive at play.

A few minutes later and sips of my drink, Bay strides back in before a blood-curdling scream erupts from the other room.

My brows clash together as Bay plucks my drink out of my hand and downs the contents like she’s been doing it forever. “What the fuck was that?”

Her blues don’t come to me but Reeve, her new little partner in crime. Together, they’re gonna give me a fucking headache, I can feel it now. “Your future wifey’s car is leaking something.”

“What?”

Her lips curl into a beautiful and wicked smile. “Water.”

“The fuck did you do?” I step up on her, not sure why I’m so fucking pissed that she got involved. It’s probably because I don’t want to hear Vivian’s bitching for the rest of the night.

Or the fact that I don’t want her under anyone’s radar for that matter.

“I didn’t do it,” she says innocently. “I just got to witness it.”

“Then who?—”

“Torin.”

FORTY

torin

Dry sweat coatsmy skin as take the back way inside my house to avoid all the partygoers so I can get a quick shower in and grab a drink. Basketball kicked my ass tonight, having to put in extra work because my defense couldn’t guard a ball to save their lives and my brain has been all over the place with everything going on.

My mind is getting muddled, off track.

Especially when I got a text from Cairo, explaining that Reeve has officially gone off the deep end with Bay—the current personplaguingmy fucking head lately, too.

It’s not hard to do. In fact, it’s too easy. It’s too natural. It feels too damn good to be within the scoop of her sights and not want to remain there.

Bay Wildes.

Bay Wildes.

She’s the real heir of The Landings. She’s the main interest of Emilio, a man who was all about family, his sons from marriage, and the endgame.

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