Page 32 of Pretty Little Lies

Just like Emilio, Torin would never let me go.

No matter if he liked me or not.

"How many times, baby?" Reeve’s voice mutters suddenly in my ear then, prying me out of my thoughts.

"What?" I ask, peering over at him because I heard nothing and his lips arerightthere.

I literally lost all power here, and I'm not sure when they sucked it out of me or when I lost it, but I need it back for my own sanity and safety.

This shit is almost verbatim death-defying. I can’t get in deep with this guy when I’m worried about so much more than that. What if Emilio finds out and tries to avenge me with him? I don’t have time for a boyfriend.

A real one, anyway.

"How many times do you want to punch him before we take care of the rest?"

I shake my head. “You don't have to?—"

“McQueen.” His voice slightly clips, silencing my retort. I’ve noticed that he doesn't like arguing with me when I don't need him. He knows I don't, but he wants to anyway. “How many?"

"He's all yours, Little Terror. Or were you saving all your hits for us?” I meet Cairo's darkened eyes and quickly demand myself to focus. They’re packed with possibilities and hazards, tip-toeing on the line of crazed madness at how freakishly calm he can get.

However, he doesn’t give a flying shit about me. He doesn’t want me around.

Yet, he’s here.

In my space.

"You're not gonna do shit," Mohawk taunts through the thick silence, spit flying from his face in fury and stupidity. "Go ahead and slap me, bitch. You cheated, and I'm gonna get my fifty grand either way."

I don’t move.

Not because his words don’t piss me off, but because I can feel Levi’s heavy gaze at the back of my neck.

“Make them good,” Mohawk snarls when I don’t make a move to do just that. “Because when I get my hands on you…I’m going to fuck you while I’m—” I crack my fist across his face because I’m beyond tired of getting threatened with gettingfucked.

What is this world coming to? Is that all men give a shit about? Is that what makes them feel more powerful than to stick their dicks into something that wouldn’t touch them with a six-foot pole?

Mohawk spits blood at my feet and heaves his face upward. But it’s when he opens his mouth, that I allow my inner rage to overcast all my feelings over the last few weeks.

"That's for callin' me a bitch." I hit him right in the sternum next. "That's for attempting to assault me.” And then I go for thelow blow because that's what he did to me after all right? I slam into his balls with the tip of my stolen Chucks and he drops to his knees. "And that's for making these two guys come and calm you the fuck down."

Mohawk snatches out, then and grips my shirt, and before he's even able to pull me closer, Cairo has him by the throat.

He hurls Mohawk back, his spine hitting the hard ground so hard that I hear the sound of his breath leaving his lungs.

"Go finish your races," Torin orders me then, jerking his head to where we just came. "We'll take care of this asshole."

"Keep ordering her around, Wildes, and you'll be the next one on the ground holding your balls in pain." Levi's no-bullshit tone comes directly to my left and I remember what happens at the end of this.

His bicep brushes mine, a subtly and comforting gesture for the shit that’s about to go down.

“Drop him.” Levi’s order poses the question if Baby Wildes, the Prince of The Landings, is going to listen or defy.

Torin quirks a brow before his focus lands on me and it’s then that it seems that he remembers the reality of our situation.

I’m allegedly Levi Wallace’s girl and he just landed claim to me.

My best friend mom-arms me, taking me out of the center between him and Reeve, and that’s when he slams his fist into the guy who saved me in the middle of another street with less dangerous men than him.

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