Page 181 of Pretty Little Lies

I will take her wannabe Prada-looking, Starbucks-shitheaded assoutfor fucking even mentioning my house.

“Vivian.” The authority and no-bullshit tone of Torin’s voice set my current thoughts at the backburner of my actions. “How can we fucking help you today? We didn’t order any Mary Kay makeup or any of the other stupid shit you like.”

Vivian slices her too-easy gaze to Pretty Boy, who lines up at my side like my own personal solider. And I think I see some of that confidence slip. “I was here to tell Bay?—”

“You’re not here to tell Bay anything,” he leers, towering over her like he’s about to squash her into being part of the cement.“You want something, you go through us. You want to fuck around with someone, you go to someone else. You want to fuck up my girl’sday, Viv…and I will fuck your entire life. And then some.”

God, I wish in any other scenario that I could appreciate Torin’s word and how hot he sounds, but this is my family’s home.

Where Dad has to come home to and my sisters.

“It’s done,” Vivian divulges. “The house is gone.”

“Bullshit,” Torin claps back. “I’ll buy the bitch and be done with this shit.”

There’s something in Vivian’s eyes that tells me it’s impossible. I don’t know what the hell is involved in a sheriff sale—don’t care, but it sounds final.

“You can try,” she deadpans before her haughty focus back to me. “I wanted to remind her that she doesn’t fuck withmine.”

“Geezus Christ, Vivian, if this is about Cairo again?—”

“Shekissedhim.” She points an accusing and fun-filled finger at me. “She touched my man after I told her to stay away from him. I will not be made a fool?—”

“You already are,” Torin recites. “So whatever you did,fix it now.”

“No.” She takes a step back, as if she needs it for her own personal safety. “This is a lesson.”

“I’m done,” I vouch, shoving at Reeve’s stronghold again and demanding he let me go. “I’m going to kill you, bitch.”

She quirks a brow at me, which only unleashes an unhealthy amount of rage through my veins.

I’m serious when I say I will let Levi murder this bitch if she’s believing for a second or conjured some fucked up plan to kick my family out of this house.

“Next time,” Vivian grounds out with a twisted expression. “You’ll remember not to touch what’s?—”

“Let me go, Reeve,” I growl, because if he thinks I’m allowing her to pick up the phone to my dad’s mortgage company and fuck things up, she’s going to be black and fucking blue by the time I’m done.

“I got this, Wildfire,” Torin says calmly. “No need to catch a charge over this waste of space.” Vivian rolls her eyes before pivoting around, but Pretty Boy isn’t done yet. “If you did some shit that I can’t reverse, Viv, you’re dead. And not even your father can save you from the things I have created in my head right now.”

“Cairo would never allow?—”

“Cairo will joinin,” Reeve cuts in. “You’re a stupid bitch, Viv. A really,reallystupid bitch.”

“Whatever silly shit you did,” Torin says. “Put a stop to it. If my girl has to pack up and leave this house, you’re gonna be departing yours in a body bag.”

Vivian pales a bit, but she doesn’t cower back. “You can’t threaten me. My father is the sheriff, Torin.”

“And I’d give a flying fuck because…”

She shakes her head as if keeping all the things Torin is capable of doing, but doesn’t spill a word else.

Instead, Reeve backs us both up while Torin moves for the porch, and I hear Vivian yelp in surprise, almost tripping over her feet, and flees for her pearly white car.

“We got this,” Reeve says in my ear. “Don’t worry.”

I want to believe him.

But something in me is telling me that she’s done something that no one can take back or reverse.

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