Page 184 of Pretty Little Lies

“You can’t be serious?”

“I am. Bay Astor is their girl. You fucked with something they will demolish the world for.”

“Together? Theyshareher?” I shrug, not giving her information that doesn’t concern her. “Have you?”

“Have I what?”

“Have youfucked her?” That question comes out like a shrill in front of all her friends, and my lips, those motherfuckers heave proudly.

“Enjoy the rest of your practice.”

“Cairo.” Her nails begin to dig into my skin, and that’s when a tick of my patience cracks in half.

My chest bumps into hers, which gets her to release me from her clutches. “Vivian.You fucked up, darlin’. And you fucked up good. Not only did you take her home away, but you drove her closer to me. She’s comin’ to live with us.”

Her expression falls to the ground until she raises her chin confidently. “You won’t be there.”

I cock my head to the side. “Won’t I?”

Vivian’s eyes bore daggers and hatred into my face. “Youcan’tdo that.”

“I can do whatever the fuck I please. Because I won the Titan spot. I have my city. I have my boys. And I may…just share their girl.”

“Touch her, and I will lay all your secrets out, Cairo. I’m serious.”

“Which ones?”

“The ones where you’re trying to get away from Emilio.”

I shrug. “So?”

“He finds out you’re going to rip the Forsaken Crew away from him, he’s going to?—”

“If he hasn’t figured that out, I’m not sure he should be doing anything slightly devoted to what he’s doing now.”

“You’re betraying him.”

I push my lips out and shake my head. “No. My father created the Crew. It’s mine by birthright.”

“You’re fucking adopted,” she spits out, as if that’s the worst thing that could ever happen to me.

I can’t help the chuckle that rips through her anger. “My bad. My name gives it to me then.”

“I have recordings of you. I have talks about when you plan to move on to South Shore and—” My opened palm seizes her throat and I squeeze,hard.

“I’m tired of your threats and the fact that, in your head, you have power over me.” I bow forward, hovering over her face that’s currently turning a shade of pink. “You don’t. You won’t. You’re just a means to a fucking end. The only reason why you’re not dead yet is because Muncy would miss you. So, if you want to call off the imaginary wedding, go ahead. If you want to be my bitch, you’ll give the house back. Anything else…you’re not getting.”

Her hands come up to squeeze the one that’s cutting off her oxygen supply. “You can’t?—”

“Here we go the hell again,” I drone, pressing my fingertips deeper into her soft skin. My anger is starting to boil over because she does have shit on us. Emilio, from my knowledge, doesn’t know what we’re doing.

And if he does, he might sike Ramsey on us.

Vivian can’t go.

She has to be appeased.

However, I’m not in the mood to make peace with that part today. I’ll have to talk with the boys about how we’re going to proceed moving forward. Even if I have to be Vivian’s good graces to buy us a little more time, I’ll do it—high as fuck and drunk.

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