Page 5 of Pretty Little Lies

“Yeah?” One of his brows list. “Then why is it that, all of a sudden, I got three boys—myenemies—up your whole ass? Why is it that Reeve Stanton had my best friend pinned against a car while a bunch of men chanted for him tofuckyou harder. I know you’re a ballsy bitch, Bay, but I didn’t think you were an exhibitionist.”

“I’m not.”

“Then you’ve gotten yourself into something that I’m not going to like.” He returns his attention back to my bruise and his jaw locks. “You datin’ one of them?”

“No.”

He studies my face for a second before giving a curt nod of his head. “Then I’m going to need more answers.”

“Ellie and Mae,” I blurt out so quickly that I double back with how I just ratted myself out.

With the simple mention of Reeve’s name getting harmed by my best friend, I’m not banking on Levi letting him get off that quickly.

He got under my fucking skin. Those surfer vibes and that damn warm smile got me.

Levi quirks a brow. “What about them?”

I can’t do this.

We’re talking about my being related to his moral enemy. That I’ve been running into these boys left and right and allowing them to have access to my body like a free whore.

He doesn’t need to know about that. Just the basics.

“Bay…” Levi’s voice softens, but my throat hardens. It doesn’t want to release the words that he so desperately needs to know.

If it comes to him turning his back on me, I don’t know what I’m going to do.

I’ve depended on him for mental and moral support through the years. Especially when I broke up with Matteo. He’s pickedme up and put me back on my feet and, without him, I’m not sure I could survive all this.

“Levi, I’m sorry.” His face drops as though I just told him what I’m trying to say, but all I can do is freeze up and shrivel up before him.

“For what?”

“Because I’m Emilio Wildes’s daughter.”

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“Doyou think this helps me gain a relationship with her, boy? Everything I’ve been working toward, you may have justblownout of the fucking water!”

Emilio launches his bourbon across the room, the glass exploding into shards across his hard hardwood floors.

This is all his fault.

We didn’t ask to babysit his newly acquired gang and show them the ropes. In fact, they don’t need to be here. The Landings are handled by the Forsaken Crew, but we all know what this is. It doesn’t take a brain scientist to conjure up what Emilio is doing and how he’s cushioning himself with power and safety.

Cairo is about to grab the Wharf Bay Titan seat.

Which means Emilio doesn’t have much say on the Forsaken Crew after that. However, he should’ve spent more time vetting out who he initiated into his soldiers, because if they can rat themselves out on what they did to Bay Astor, imagine what they’d do if they were caught by the enemy.

Mainly, Levi Wallace.

The dumb fucks bragged out loud, drinking and doing lines as though they victoriously ran a train on her, and that’s when he found out.

And saved me the trouble of murdering half of them.

“I outta fucking kill you next,” Emilio barks out, glowering at me as though he has the balls.

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