Page 100 of Pretty Little Lies

He flicks an irritated look at them, and they’re not helping when they haven’t wiped off their arrogant expressions. “I’m sure they have. There’s a card game that a bunch of idiots are starting up. I thought you might want in.”

I immediately bob my head. More money means food on the table and bills to catch up on. “Absolutely.”

“Perfect.” He gestures for me to lead the way to a spot I don’t know, and I really don’t want to leave with him, but I need the distraction to bring me back down.

And like the good little spy I am, I play along and stride off. Feeling Torin and Reeve’s eyes on me the whole fucking time.

Promising that what they said is true.

THIRTY-ONE

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I don’t seeTorin and Reeve for the rest of the night, and the disappointment to that fact only alludes that I need my head fucking checked.

“Saturn In The Loop”by Synsnake blares through the speakers in my car as I debate what the hell is wrong with me.

So much.

There is so much wrong right now.

It’s almost fucking laughable at this point and my brain can’t help but try to think of ways to be around both dudes while accomplishing my side of the deal. However, they make nothing easy and everything in me turns into molten lava.

I text Nessa at a stop light that I’ll be home soon. The light above turns green a few seconds later, but the blacked-out car in front of me doesn’t move.

However, the driver’s side door opens.

My heart immediately slams in its chest at the same moment a bolt of adrenaline shoots through my veins. No one else is out on the road at this hour, and I don’t have a good track record with late-night runs anywhere, so I’m already in the headspace of putting up a fight when Torin’s figure appears. Striding toward me like he can do anything he wants. His confidenceoozes off of him as a slight smirk lines his features and I want to punch him in the dick just for scaring the crap out of me.

Reaching for my car door, he opens it without asking and gently wraps his fingers around my bicep to gently pull me from my seat.

“Hey, Wildfire,” he greets deep and low in his chest, rendering me into awhat the fuck is happeningstage of paralysis.

“What the hell are you doing?”

He slams the car door behind me and guides me back to his black Beamer. “Birthday boy didn’t get to say goodbye.”

“Geezus Christ. This could’ve been a text.”

Torin scoffs and shakes his head, whipping open the door to the backseat and revealing his bestie inside. “You kids and technology. Face to face is so much better.”

“Hey, McQueen,” Reeve slurs slightly, leaning over the whole bench seat to reach for me. His side hits the leather seats, but his hazel eyes are steered and pointed directly at me. “Get that pretty ass inside.”

“Are you drunk as fuck?” I ask stupidly, because he is. And I instantly wonder how many of the girls at that party tried to take him home tonight.

Girl, if you don’t get your ass together…

“Every action and word depends on people’s opinions, Bay Bay. Not sure how to answer that, baby.”

Torin slaps my ass like he owns the damn thing, silently urging me to move. “Get inside.”

I begin to turn around to get uphisass about touching me like I’m just some groupie of his who he can order the hell around, when my shirt is tugged on and my blues latch back onto Reeve smiling so fucking sweetly at me that I can’t fucking even start up a bitch.

“C’mon,” he urges. “It’s still my birthday.”

I lift my leg and get inside the spacious backseat and reply with, “It’s after midnight.”

“I know.” He straightens back right into his side of the SUV and seat. “It’s my birthday today. And I get to spend the early hours of it with you.”

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