Page 200 of Pretty Little Lies

A scoff leaves my lips because we’re definitelynotand haven’t been. But, as much as I would love to point that detail out, I don’t. “Was that all?”

Matteo lifts a dismissive shoulder. “People talk, Wildes.”

“But dead ones don’t.”

Matteo shifts his weight, showing the first sign of how I’m not going to play this fucking around back-and-forth with him. “Listen…I’m not here to fight you.”

“God, I hope not. I already saw you get your ass kicked.”

He glowers at me, jaw ticking in annoyance, but he’s on my turf. InThe Landingsand if ol’ boy wishes to make it out alive, he better watch how he rolls his next play.

Which, I’m sure is a ballsy one.

“I’m here to tell you about Bay Astor.”

This motherfucker…

“Get the fuck out of here, Matteo,” I leer through clenched teeth. “Before I rip open your ribcage and feed you to my dogs.”

“Hear what I have to say first before you start actin’ like a bitch, Wildes,” he barks back. “You might want to hear this.”

“Highly fuckin’ doubt it.” I jerk my head, immediately getting the men surrounding him to move toward him so they can draghim out. “I hear you say her name one more time, I’ll shove your cigarette down your throat and watch you choke on it.”

Matteo rolls his eyes, unimpressed by the closing in of my men, and pulls his cell from his pocket. “What’s your number?”

“Bitch, he’s not lookin’ todateyou,” Reeve grounds out, but my interest are still piqued about what his intentions are toward Bay. And, in order to keep her safe, I need the insight of his game.

I point to one of my men. “Give him your number.”

He does, and Matteo begins typing away, testing Reeve’s patience and my curiosity.

“Sent.”

My guy immediately brings his phone over without a word and hands it over.

It’s a video, and my thumb immediately hits the play button through the blackness of the screen.

“I broke up with Mallory,” a male voice spits out, taking prompt hold of my next breath. I stare through the shadows of the video, trying to pull out more specific details of the man behind it. “I broke up with her foryou.”

“You broke up with her anhourago,” a female voice snaps back. “What am I supposed to do with that? She caught you cheating like she was doing to her, so good for you. I’m not going to leave someone who cares about me because all of a sudden you want me, Judah.”

Judah.

My brother.

The one who disappeared and was part of thePistol Possewith the fuck standing in front of me. I’ve been told time and time again by Ramsey that he’s dead, he’s never coming home, but I’ve never believed it.

Never accept it.

There’s not been that space that lives in my chest that has told me otherwise. That I’m missing a brother. Lennox—Judah—hated Emilio so much that he went by his middle name and left The Landings with the promise that he’d be back for me.

And I’m still waiting on him to make good on his word.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” Judah barks out, anger swelled up in his words. I haven’t heard his voice in years. Even in his rage, my gut twists because I never saw a body. Just pieces of one that were claimed to be Lennox’s. “If you would’ve had the balls to tell me before, I would’ve picked you.”

Reeve comes up to my side then, looking down at the video and flicking a hand for someone to take Matteo away.

He must sense my unease, or recognize my brother’s voice because he took the dude who could use anything against me to his advantage with the man on the video right now.

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