Page 237 of Pretty Little Lies

That it’s going to eat me alive at one point in a tie for being such a petty bitch.

Yet, who am I kidding?

The downfall of Torin Wildes for me would be like stabbing him straight in the heart while I looked into his eyes.

I can’t do it.

No matter the actions he’s done to teach me a lesson in taking his brother, I don’t have it in me to murder or harm Pretty Boy.

Not only were my sisters and Dad a weakness, but he’s one, too.

My phone buzzes in my hands, drawing me to something else other than my muddled thoughts.

NESSA: You make it to the apartment okay?

The plan that I offered up to her was that I was staying with Hot Rod and Juice, but I don’t want to be surrounded by any more testosterone tonight. Not after all the funeral arrangements I had to get through today…alone.

BAY: Yeah, I’m good.

NESSA: It’s so funny because YOU’RE NOT HERE.

Motherfuck.

I don’t even get to tell her that I will be soon when another angry text appears on my screen.

NESSA: And they said nothing about you staying here either, Bay, so what the fuck? Where are you?

BAY: I’m fine. I need some time alone.

NESSA: Where?

BAY: I’m safe.

NESSA: Bay, WHERE?

BAY: Chill out.

NESSA: I will when I know where my best friend is at.

BAY: Safe.

NESSA: Too vague, try again.

BAY: Dude, the pushy shit isn’t going to work with me. In fact, it never does.

NESSA: This is what I get for not being up your ass. All this shit happens.

BAY: I got it all handled.

NESSA: I’m not reassured right now.

“Bay.” I practically jump out of my skin as a voice outside the box car literally almost makes me pee myself.

Reaching for the 9mm at my side, I slowly rise to my feet and start for the large sliding doors. “Who is it?”

“The only person who gives a fuck about you at this time.”

Reeve.

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