Page 7 of Pretty Little Lies

And I’d fuck up everyone who ever laid a hand on her.

When Reeve called with the problem, I knew how to handle it. The phone call I made was the only one I needed to make as I made my way to Marine Bouldvard to meet him there.

All my boy and Wildfire had to do was to hold on for me until we got there so we could start shaving down the problem.

Now, it’s Emilio’s issue.

Because half his gang is dead and the other half are terrified of even breathing the wrong way to acquire Emilio’s wrath.

Emilio runs his thumb and index finger along the gray stubble of his jaw. “Maybe I’ve been too lenient on her. If Wallace turns on her, it’d only leave me to protect her.”

“You think that’s going to make her love you?” I scoff before leaning over my knees to pin my dislike of this whole idea back on him before I lower my gun. “That girl isn’t stupid and sure ashell isn’t desperate. I think she’d rather swallow nails and drown herself in a puddle before crawling to you for any help.”

“I’ve offered Bay the Titan seat,” Emilio conveys, staring off at the spot he threw his drink. “With it will come protection.”

“With you hovering over her like a helicopter mom. And, even if she did, that leaves the chance of you being cut out of the equation.”

He quirks a brow. “You don’t think I’d still keep my eyes on her? I find any bit of her trying to plot a plan to kill me, I’ll do it myself.”

Of course, he would.

However, this is becoming more dark and twisted the more we talk about this shit, because I don’t get why Emilio needs her at all.

“You’d kill your own daughter? The one you’ve been trying to get me on board with since you announced her?”

“I’d do to the same to you.”

Then good thing you haven’t found out yet.

“You’re trying to get a whole of the fifth Titan seat,” I emit. The mysterious and unnamed seat where someone sits on it, but no one knows who. “With Bay under you, you think you’ll have two.”

The door to the office opens then, revealing Ramsey spinning a knife in the air and catching it by its handle. God has given up on this crazy prick so the devil allows him to play with death or pain like it’s going out of style.

“Sorry I’m late,” he greets flatly. “I was busy playing.”

I notice the blood on his knife and the distinct wipe of it on his red tee. The dark red crimson is his favorite color and his biggest bragging point that he’ll wear his victim’s blood on him.

It makes his dick hard, what can I say?

“Torin and I were just discussing Bay.” I watch my brother remain unfazed by her name, appearing more bored than me as he takes the seat next to mine. “Have you finished?”

Ramsey nods. “Almost. There’s one who’s still alive who just won’t bleed to death yet.”

“Punishing men for your orders,” I say placidly. “I thought you two assholes told them to be vicious to outsiders.”

“I’m thinking about proclaiming that she’s my daughter,” Emilio surmises, ignoring my comment. “Cut ties with Levi once and for all.”

“Isn’t she fucking Levi Wallace?”

My fingers ball into fists at my brother’s question. That the girl I’ve wanted for years is permitting my enemy to sink his small dick inside her, but I get shit every time I see her.

“She won’t be when he finds out I’ve been talking to her,” Emilio says confidently, rising from his chair and rounding his desk. “How would you be able to trust her after that?”

Honestly, one look into those blue eyes and you’re pretty much fucked.

“How would we be able to trust her?” Ramsey retorts, still spinning his knife in his hand as Emilio strides to the minibar in his office. “You’re asking Torin and I to put our lives in the hands of a girl who hates The Landings.”

He forgot to add inand you.

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