Page 188 of Pretty Little Lies

Levi takes another quick inventory of my body. “Let’s try. And then we’re talking. It sounds like I need to kill a bitch who dances, apparently.”

My hero.

FIFTY-THREE

bay

I’m notone to get easily intimidated anymore.

Race me with a turbo, fine.

Run your mouth, I got you.

Wanna dress with half your ass hanging out and say I look like shit in sweatpants, knock yourself out.

However, with three different sets of eyes on me—all of men I care about—I’m squirmy.

Levi, Torin, and Reeve stand in a unified row, towering over me with a bunch of bullshit they want to spew.

I can only imagine it, but not perfectly enough.

However, I won’t be disappointed because they’ll all say what they need to. And what’s weirdly funny is that they all worked together when they got me home without realizing it.

Levi grabbed the bandages and hydrogen peroxide. Torin gathered up ice and Reeve carried me to the couch without a word like I couldn’t do it myself.

I didn’t bitch. It was clear that each one of them was angry in their own way.

And now it’s time to face the music.

Fuck me.

“You think racin’ the Nova was a good idea?” Levi asks me, crossing his bulging arms along his broad chest.

“Yeah,” I deadpan.

His brows knit as Torin takes a step in my direction. Those tawny brown eyes are slightly darker from all the animosity brimming them currently boring me to the plush cushions on my couch.

“You’re not in the mindset,” Torin proceeds to add in. “One race,maybe.”

“I’m sorry”—I flick my attention to him, matching Levi’s stance with his untatted arms crossed along his chest—“I wasn’t lookin’ for another daddy.”

“Baby,” he practically purrs. Those dark pools of menace glimmer dark things of all the ways he could make me listen. “You can call me daddy?—”

“Wildes,” Levi growls out, steering his entire vice of pissed to the back of Torin’s head. “I will fucking kill you if you even finish that sentence. Shut the fuck up.” Pretty Boy smirks at me, but doesn’t back away. “Bay…we need to talk about the house.”

Reeve moves then, stepping and pivoting to meet Levi face to face. My best friend has him in muscle for days, but Reeve is like that pain in the ass that won’t be squashed. I’ve seen him throw blows at Levi, he’s not a pushover.

“The fuck are you doing here again, Wallace?” Reeve solicits calmly. “You’re not in this equation anymore.”

Levi flicks his greens down to him. “Aren’t you in South Shore? I’ll have you shot the moment you walk out of this house.”

“Still doesn’t answer the question,” Torin presses, standing alongside his friend. “I think I remember him putting hands on her, don’t you, Stanton?”

“Vividly.”

Levi flicks his attention to me, and I shake my head. I don’t have a full handle on them yet and how this will go down. Torin was absolutely furious when he discovered that I showed up to the Titan fight with my best friend but, with Nessa in tow, it helped tone down any questions on if Levi was trying to move in on me again. They know he’s at the hospital, but they haven’t mentioned a thing to me about why or for how long? I’m not sure if it’s because they’re trying to keep my stress level down or confident enough that it’s not going to happen.

“I still care for Bay,” my best friend vouches after a few seconds. “And she’s still my responsibility.”

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