Page 199 of Pretty Little Lies

Because I aminlove with that woman.

Everything about her; her mouth, those eyes, that fucking ass and the way she exuberates kindness, pettiness, and cockiness has me hardallthe fucking time. She’ll always keep me on my toes. She’ll always be something I’ll chase after with how stubborn as hell she wants to be. Nonetheless, she’s forever gonna be mine.

“Name, asshole,” Reeve grounds out, delivering another punch to the scrawny asshole who’s supposed to be my full attention. “Next hit is going to be a bullet in your dick.”

“I can’t,” the guy weeps out, shaking his head back and forth. “He’ll kill me.”

“Newsflash, dumbass, we’ll kill you too,” Reeve clips back. “Better pick the best of two evils.”

“I-I…they have my mother.”

“Seriously, don’t give a fuck,” I vouch as I look down at my watch. I’ve been here too long, and I really want to get back to Bay so I can fuck her against the kitchen counter.

“But, if I’m not back with something,” the man sputters. “They’ll?—”

“You can tell them this,” I offer, peering up at the fear in his dark eyes. “The next motherfucker that I see in my town?—”

“Wildes.”

I glimpse over my shoulder to see one of my guys come striding into the large warehouse space with a solemn expression. “What?”

“You have a visitor, sir.”

I quirk a brow at his vagueness. “Does this fucker have a name?”

He nods hesitantly before saying, “Matteo De Leon.”

My fingers curl into a hard ball when Reeve immediately shows up at my side. “Say that one more time?”

I roll my shoulders, seizing a demeanor of calmness when our man repeats his fucking name again.

I’m not surprised.

Word that Bay is ours I’m sure has struck his side of the world. His ammo is to piss people off, and I’m sure this so-called visit isn’t going to be any different.

“Guess we better go find out,” I tell my best friend, nudging him to follow me, then to my man, “Watch this fuck.”

He nods, and we leave the area to get outside. The last thing I’m going to offer De Leon is a warmer spot from the winter months approaching.

My focus glazes over the surrounding SUVs that are ours before landing on Matteo, who’s bundled up in a black coat and matching cap. The rest of my guys surround him like a wounded gazelle that’s going to get peppered with metal if he came here to annoy the fuck out of me.

Leader of the Pistol Posse or not, he’s in The Landings.

“What can we do for you, De Leon?” I greet, watching him take another hit of his cigarette without a worry in the world.

His stupid-ass vibe pisses me the hell off. Not only did he lose the Titan fight with Cairo, but now he believes he can still walk around here like he has a right.

“You lookin’ to die today?” That from Reeve, allowing his irritation to feed through to his words. I don’t stop him, not that I would or ever have been able to. “Because it can be arranged.”

Matteo pays my best friend no mind, blowing smoke from his lips as he connects his dark brown eyes to mine. “I heard you’ve been having a few run-ins with Bay Astor.”

Bingo.

Reeve stands rod-straight but keeps his mouth shut, permitting me to carry this conversation because he doesn’t trust himself with what’s going to come out of his mouth.

“And?”

“And I was in your position once.”

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