Page 79 of Pretty Little Lies

I want to ask her if Levi beat his ass. How she got out of that situation, but I refrain. It’s not my business and she’s far from my problem.

“Maybe it’s your karma for pushing Vivian off the yacht.”

Her light little scoff illustrates how much of a fuck she could give about what I think happened and what she deserves. “Yeah, you looked extremely upset about that.”

“Vivian is mine to worry about. You didn’t need to insert yourself.”

“Then fuck off to her, then. No one asked you to help me.” She slices those sharp eyes to me, screaming at me to do just that.

However, I’d have to give two shits about what she wants for me to do for me to up and leave.

In fact, there are some things I want to know. I solve problems. I watch everything around me. I don’t go off with a temper but smarts. I’m the balance between my brothers and me. My job is to make sure no one within my realm is used again.

Not after what happened to my brother.

Not when I didn’t see what was happening around me, too blind by Vivian and stupid to see it.

And Bay, whether I wished it or not, she’s around.

“What does Matteo have to gain by shoving you in water?”

She slowly pushes herself up in a sitting position, ready to flee. “We’re asking questions now?”

Yeah, we are.

Because while my head is semi-clear, I’ll be the one to determine what all this shit is.

Haunching down, I pry her legs apart through the wet material of her dress, and settle myself between them. She’s not going anywhere until I have something I’m satisfied with.

I gain her full attention, blues boring deep into my face with a few notches of irritation and warnings.

Bay Astor isn’t intimidated by me.

In fact, she likes to challenge me. And I shouldn’t be kneeling between her pretty thighs and asking questions she’s not gonna tell me.

“You need something, Cai?” She lifts a brow and bores her pretty blues deeper into my face. “I’m not open for you to fuck.”

That’s the thing, she could be if I wanted it.

“You seem to forget where you are,” I vouch. “And you can bitch, complain, act sweet, or promise to suck my dick. However, there is no need for it here. I have all that covered, but thanks for asking.”

“What the fuck do you want?”

“The answer to my question.” My palm lands on her upper thighs to keep her grounded to the soft couch underneath her. “Did South Shore and De Leon have some sort of alliance?”

Her brows pinch, but it’s not the stupidest thing I’ve done or said tonight. Shoreline Peaks is South Shore’s closest neighbor to the east, so it’d be the smartest thing for Matteo to do. Yet, I haven’t heard of them merging or teaming up on anything.

Bay leans back, spine hitting the plush cushions behind her and crosses her arms along her soaked chest. “Just because I was dating Levi, doesn’t mean I was sitting in on meetings and deals.”

“So he told you nothing under the sheets?” I watch her expression, looking for anything that might give away any small detail.

“I’ve told you guys a million times, I’m not part of a fuckin’ gang.” She shoves my hands off her legs and I, being the shithead I am, place them right back there.

“Pretty Little Terror, I’m the calmest out of the three of us so I’m going to ask you nicely what you plan on doing with my boys.”

“Your boys?” She heaves a brow. “Let me guess, you think I’m here to demolish the whole order here. That I’m going to spread my pussy”—she pries her legs wider, getting my hands to slide down on the side of her thigh just above her knees—“and take it.”

Two can play this game.

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