Page 182 of Pretty Little Lies

FIFTY-ONE

cairo

The lookon Vivian’s face when she showed up at her dance practice was priceless. She knew she was fucked the moment we all walked in with our immediate sights set on her and zero fucks as to interrupting her whatever the fuck this was.

“Yes?” she inquires as if she doesn’t know why the hell Torin, Reeve, and I are in the middle of a bunch of girls in leggings and high socks. “If you needed to see me so much, Cairo, you could’ve?—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Reeve bites out, coming around to block off her side. “No one wants to be here, and Cairo definitely didn’t want to activelyseekyou out.”

Her brown eyes latch on to mine, batting innocently at me, as if she’s done nothing at all.

But she’s definitely done it all.

How she got information from Bay’s mortgage company is beyond me, but she did. Then she got someone to buy it over value and the deal is locked. I’ve tried every which way to offer more—Torin’s fucking idea—but the bank won’t budge.

And I know Muncy and Vivian aren’t sitting on half a million dollars.

Torin and I aren’t either right now, but it was worth a damn shot. We’re still building our wealth, we’re doing good for ourselves, but for a fucking piece of shit house?

So, since we failed with that lovely mission that had nothing to do with us, I still feel at fault. Vivian saw me kiss her, and I initiated it, not Bay.

She didn’t ask for it, nor did she flirt to gain it either.

I did it because I wanted to.

It could’ve been too many hits to the head, blood leaving my body at a fast pace, but I kissed Bay Astor, and I haven’t found myself regretting it.

Yet.

However, it doesn’t solve the issue that I put her in this predicament with my actions. It’s probably a good life lesson to stick with my gut and not fuck with her, to begin with.

Bay has a sick dad in the hospital that needs a home to come back to and two young sisters to take care of with nowhere else to go.

Except with us.

Reeve is all for it. Torin seconded it, and I’m fine with her family crashing at our place, but Vivian is only going to become more of a fucking problem.

She’s only going to cause more of a fucking issue.

More petty bullshit that I, personally, don’t want to be bothered with.

“What is it?” she presses, rearranging her hair in a ponytail, clearly unaffected by the three of us standing here.

She can stand behind her daddy’s bogus title all day, but the only reason he keeps getting sheriff is because Emilio keeps putting him there.

Everything else is null and void.

He didn’t earn it, he doesn’t deserve it, and Torin and Reeve are ready for me to give them the green light to annihilate this bitch, once and for all.

Their feelings are involved while my head is clear and rational.

We kill Vivian, and Muncy is going to sniff around. He’s going to know. I haven’t asked his only daughter to marry me, and we both know it’s not going to happen. The dude also has to know that she’s annoying as fuck.

She suddenly disappears after rubbing it into Bay’s face that her home is being taken away and Torin and Reeve look like the most likely suspects.

“Now she wants to play stupid,” Torin mutters loud enough for us all to hear. “Cute.”

“Bay,” Reeve says with venom in his tone. “We’re coming to see if you fixed the problem you caused.”

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