Page 189 of Pretty Little Lies

“She’s not your girl anymore.” Reeve closes some inches on Levi, and my heart begins to sprint. “Which means you’re not fucking welcome here.”

“Reevie,” I call out softly, aware that he’s not going to calm down unless I insert myself. “Let’s not do this here.”

“She’s under the Forsaken Crew’s protection now,” Torin states to just make matters worse. “So you can see your fucking way?—”

Levi makes a move for Torin, purposely bumping his chest, and I rise from the couch, wincing in discomfort but pushing through it. They’re going to wreck half the house if they start at it now and the girls are sleeping.

“Boys,” I assert with steel to my tone, prying at both Reeve and Torin’s biceps to let me through into their circle of testosterone. “My sisters are sleeping.”

Neither of them stops glaring at each other, though.

“Levi, thanks for helping me out of the car. Could you help me find somewhere to put it? I don’t want my dad to see it when he finally gets home.”

Whenever that’s going to be.

“We’ll handle it,” Torin cuts in, inserting his possessiveness tenfold.

“Yeah,” Levi replies, ignoring Torin’s help with a glimpse over at me. “I’ll get the boys to tow it to the garage.”

Torin begins to pull from my hold. “Did you hear what I just fucking said?—”

“I think it’s best you go.” Levi’s eyes meet mine. I can’t keep a handle on them when he’s here and he knows it. The whole house/Vivian thing we’ll talk about later.

“Right,” he mutters. “Call me if you need anything else.”

“Won’t be fucking necessary.” That coming from Reeve as Levi promptly pivots and leaves the house without another word.

That’s when Torin’s body is replaced with where Levi’s just was. His gold irises narrowed in on me now.

“How the fuck does he know about the house?” I open my mouth, but he shoots off another question in quick resession. “And why the fuck were you sitting with him last night?”

I probably should’ve kept Levi here to deflect these questions.

And I thought I was over this hump.

Torin hasn’t mentioned another word about it, and it’s been three days. Maybe the house blurred those lines a bit, but now that Levi has shown up again, it seems to have made it snowball again.

“I told him,” I assert. “He’s…been helping out still.”

“Withwhat?” Reeve chimes in, lining up with Torin again like the team they are.

Fuck me.

“With the girls.”

“You broke up with him.”

I look at Torin who’s, of course, pissed as all hell. With Pretty Boy, I’m capable of calming him down because I know how to do it with myself, but with Reeve…I’m lost. “He broke up with me.”

“The fuck does that mean?” His glare literally bores into my head, and I can feel it against my sweating skin. “He gets to call all the shots and still be in your life?”

“Levi and I have known each other a long time, Pretty Boy. I?—”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

I inhale before asserting, “My sisters are very close to him, and this has been a really rough time. I can’t be everywhere at once. And my dad?—”

“Howcloseare youstill to him?” he grounds out, erasing some of the space between us and towering over me. “Has he touched you?”

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