Page 224 of Pretty Little Lies

Levi’s face darkens. “Prove it, so I can rectify those actions.”

“I need you out of here first,” I reply, ignoring the threat because even though I wouldn’t allow it, I need Levi to get down with letting me help. “But I need a plan. And it needs to movereallyfast.”

“Bay, I don’t want you to make any rash decisions right now. I need you to stay safe. For me…please.”

“I will,” I promise. “But I need to do something first. And it’s not gonna be something you’d give the green light—” A meaty hand wraps around my bicep, and I’m immediately yanked away from Levi’s cell.

“Let’s go, I said,” Sheriff Muncy chides, a droplet of spit landing on my cheek as he drags me from my best friend. “I don’t know how many times I need to repeat myself with you all the time, but?—”

“I’ll chop your motherfuckin’ hand off, Muncy,” Levi leers out with fury, clenching the bars with white knuckles. “Dropher.”

“Threatenin’ a cop, Wallace?” Muncy taunts haughtily, still gripping said arm and looking over my shoulder at him. “That’sanothercharge.”

Muncy is really digging himself a hole here, but I don’t warn him about it. He’s too busy getting his dick hard to even listen to reason anyway.

“Damn, Wallace,” he provokes. “I thought you cared about your family. You should know better by now. But, all in all, it wouldn’t have mattered because I received my orders.”

I jerk my arm from his grasp, getting myself free and round on him. “What do you meanorders?”

Muncy chuckles and not in the nervous,oh shitkind of way.

No, it’s in theI know something you don’tsorta situation.

“I got paid a lot of money, girl, to keep your little friend behind those metal bars. He ain’t gettin’ out. In fact, he might find some more charges added on.”

I can feel blood rushing to my head, making me slightly dizzy but I shove forward anyway. “That friend have a name?”

Muncy smirks. “You know the name, sweetheart. You were fuckin’ him, right? The guys you fuck need to have a title?”

Fucking Torin.

Muncy suddnely leans in nice and close, but I don’t pull away.

No, I allow him to believe he’s finally got a one up on us.

And maybe, for once, he does.

“I have the Forsaken Crew backin’ me, girl. And your ex is awful mad about you betrayin’ him. Sounds like you may have committed some sort of treason. What did you do?”

Confirmation received.

And I’m going to murder Pretty Boy my damn self with the same fucking knife I stabbed his brother with if he doesn’t lay off me.

I can’t stop the unfiltered rage immediately filling my veins, and I’m on the verge of a full-blown manic-mode attack, when I hear Levi’s voice behind me.

“Do it,” he tells me. “Whatever it is. I trust you.”

And that’s all I need.

Stealing a glance at him, I nod. He knows that I’m coming back for him. That this isn’t over, and I’m not going to leave this as last to do.

I’m greeted with the exit door minutes later, and Muncy yanking it open to kick me the hell out.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where they are, would you? I’m lookin’ for them, too.”

Goosebumps line my skin as I slowly steer my focus to Muncy. “Who?”

“C’mon, girl.” He lifts his eyebrows, and it doesn’t take a moron to know he’s searching for Rod and Juice, too.

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