Page 25 of Pretty Little Lies

Levi is currently leaning back with his weight propped up on one hand. Eating his pie and enjoying the view while living his best life. The smell of burnt rubber and exhaust is our playground but I’m about to crash this party with what I need to tell him.

His dark navy shirt makes his black ink pop, and he looks like a king in his own right with just the way he carries himself along the sidelines with a backward hat on as his crown.

He’s been in a better mood over the last few days and I hate to be the one that breaks it, but I’d rather this news come from me than the other way around. I also want to show him that, even though Reeve might still be within his reach, that I’m loyal to him and that I mean it. Despite not being before.

“Don’t worry,” he vouches simply, chewing his food as he speaks. “That Mustang will blow up by the time you get to race it this weekend. He’s not letting it cool down before he makes another pass and I hear a clinking sound.”

Yeah, I wasn’t even paying attention, so I don’t ask him to add on to that comment, because I don’t care. “No, it’s about something else.”

He slices his gaze over to me, those green eyes unbothered and not a bit anxious about what that something could be. “Yeah?”

I can’t believe I made out with this guy the other night.

And I hate that I notice how fine as hell he looks right now.

“It’s about…Reeve. He’s—” Levi chucks the rest of his slice into the pizza box before sitting it and pushing himself up to stand.

I’m quick to get on my knees, palms landing on his broad shoulders to keep him on the ground as he glowers at me.

“I’m not doing this again,” he barks out. “I got rid of the fuckin’ problem, Astor. What the hell do you want me to do about it now?”

I shake my head furiously. “It’s not that.”

“Thenwhatit is?”

He doesn’t move, impatiently waiting for me to spit it out, but this is why I didn’t say anything the first time. He’s like a loose cannon these days with too much power and, sometimes, not enough brains.

“You have to promise not to leave me.”

His brows immediately clash together. “What are you talkin’ about? I’m not going to leave?—”

“Here,” I stress. “You can’t leave me here. You don’t leave atall.”

Levi rolls his freaking eyes at me and loosens a sigh and his shoulders under my touch. “Fine, what?”

“He’s here.” Levi’s eyes instantly look behind me and begin scanning the area. “No, I mean, he didn’t get on that shipping container. He’s in town.”

Levi slowly cranes his face back to me, and his expression is absolutely murderous. “What do you mean, he’s intown? I locked that motherfucker up in a pretty little blue metal box myself.”

“At the club on Friday…he texted me.”

“He couldn’t have. I got his phone.”

“He’s not on that ship, Lev. I know—” Levi begins to stand again, immediately going back on his promise, and there’s only one thing I know to do and that’s literally throwing all my body weight onto him.

My chest collides with his, knocking him onto his back because he lost his balance, and I’m hasty with straddling him like a baby koala bear not wanting their mother to leave.

“Youpromised,” I quickly remind him. “No hunting anyone down tonight. No doing any stupid shit?—”

“Fuckyou,” he spits out through pinched brows. “That stupid pricktouchedyou, then tried to sneak into your house?—”

“You promised, Levi,” I calmly repeat because, no matter what I say, he’s always going to see that video in his head and what he thought he saw. “He didn’t touch me like that. I told you. It was—” He suddenly grabs my hips and rolls on top of me, purposely crushing his weight onto my chest and wedging his big frame between my thighs.

My body ignites like he just lit me on fire when I come face to face with the definition of a fury.

Blazing green eyes and pinned brows, Levi looks at me like I’m the one who set Reeve free and I couldn’t have with Juice as my babysitter that night.

Even though, that was the plan when I sent Travis out.

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