Page 77 of Pretty Little Lies

“For fuckingwhat?” Reeve’s eyes fall to Cairo, but he doesn’t relax. His severe gaze plummets back to the scene that just played out before us. His chest hauls in air with great efforts because his…I ground my jaw.

She’snothis girl—yet.

Cairo’s heel launches back and kicks Matteo in the chest, sending him backward into the pool he just shoved Bay in.

Fishing out my cell from my dress slacks, I call my cousin, needing information and stat.

“Yes?”

“I wanna know everything about Matteo De Leon and Bay Astor. I wanna know their past. I want to know if he’s hurt her and?—”

“Yes.”

My brows clash together, and Reeve steps closer to me. The moment I said her name, he’s all ears, and that girl is lucky Reeve is nothing but loyal and devoted to the people he cares about—which aren’t very many.

“What did he say?” Reeve solicits, white-knuckling the railing again as he looks at me for confirmation. My face must say it all because Reeve’s cool expression just darkened and appears like a bad plan in the making.

“How?” I ask. “I want details.”

“What do you want to know?”

“All of it.”

“Weren’t you there?”

I was.

But I think I’m in denial about everything and anything that happened. However, my cousin comes in with the shit I didn’t want to know but needed to hear.

“Word on the street is that he had sex with her in front of his men. That he allowed them to masturbate all over her, but couldn’t touch her. He would smack her around and lock her in a room. She left him, and Levi Wallace put an end to that. But there’s more?—”

“We just watch him shove her into a pool and wait half a century before jumping in to get her. She doesn’t look like she swims but sinks.”

“She’s not working for him,” my cousin claims flatly.

“Good.”

At least there’s that working in my favor.

Reeve steps closer to me, cocking his head so he can hear the other line. “I want him fucking dead.Tonight.”

“That falls on us, brother,” I retort. “We can’t get in Shoreline Peaks bullshit. However, we can issue out a lesson.”

“Is she okay?” my cousin asks.

I nod, though he can’t see it. “She’s fine. Matteo won’t be, though.” Jerking my head, I instruct for Reeve to follow me so he can see if Bay’s okay. It’ll calm him down the moment he lies eyes on her. “I’ll talk to you soon, cuz.”

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cairo

Bayin my arms is almost like nothing that’s ever happened or is happening is going on. Her face is nestled into the crook of my neck, shaking in my hold while trying to steady her breathing against the column of my neck. Those lips dangerously close from my just turning my head to take them.

She doesn’t know how to swim.

That much was obvious when I just caught the splash and nothing popping up seconds later over the water.

Matteo De Leon, the stupid fucker, couldn’t get her attention any other way, so he shoves her into a pool? I always knew he was just a ghetto-ass motherfucker with a large ego and not enough brains to handle his own shit. Now he’s ramping up formyTitan seat, but I don’t believe that’s the only thing happening here.

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