Page 4 of Pretty Little Lies

I slowly begin to rock my head back and forth. At what, I’m not sure, but he couldn’t know. No one I know was there. And Torin would tell him unless he has a clear death wish that he’d like acted upon today.

He’s the King of South Shore.

And that has to come with intel and shit he probably doesn’t want to know.

“Who…are you talking about?”

Levi takes a menacing step forward, his chest brushing against mine when I flinch back, which causes his green eyes to darken.

“You’d seriously keep this from me? I know this isn’t something that would be easy to talk about, but I’d have to know. There are consequences that would need to happen and a lot of fucking lives lost.”

“I’m really confused.”

“Are you?” he clips out through his clenched jaw. “Because that fucking video I got actually almost made me throw up.”

Half my brain wants to drown in a state of denial that he’s speaking of something else, but every hair on my arms proclaim that my best friend knows.

That he’s privy to every single thing that happened last night, and it’s about to blow up in my face.

“Are you gonna protect him? Did he threaten you to not tell me? Because I swear to God, it doesn’t matter what he did ordidn’tdo, I’m going to take pleasure in ripping that kid’s dick off and shoving it down his fuckin’ throat.”

Okay, soooo…we’re fucked.

“Levi…I promise you, I’m fine.”

“Fine,” he repeats solemnly, but there’s a tick to his tone that’s on the verge of losing his ever-living shit. “Fine is when I find you without a bruise on your face. Fine is when I don’t get a video of Reeve Stanton assaulting my best friend. Fine is when?—”

“It’s not like that.”

Levi’s murderous glare heightens, and I’m not sure that it was even possible. “He assaulted you last night. In front of all those…those motherfuckin’deadmen.”

“Levi, stop?—”

“They’re alldead,” he clips out. His lips curled in a menaced snarl as his voice heightens. “Allof them. They taped you getting…and I’m not—” He flexes his jaw, and I swear to God, he appears so upset that I think he’s going to cry.

“He didn’t rape me,” I quickly retort, my voice only above a soft mutter. “Please, let me explain.”

Anxiety rips viciously through my veins, ramping up for round three hundred and seventy-two it feels like. Ever since that night Emilio had those two guys break into my house. When he approached me about the truth and what I’ve hidden from Levi because I don’t trust his temper to not waltz him into death.

“Bay, what are you talking about? Isawit.” His green eyes fall down the length of me. “We…” He swallows hard, appearing uncomfortable and unsure of what to do. “We need to get you to a hospital.”

“I’m okay.” I hold out my hands, trying to soothe him, but it’s not working. Levi appears just as guilt-stricken as if this was his fault than anything.

And I hate that it’s there.

That he looks so sick about it, but it’s about to get worse.

“Did he fucking hit you?” He eyes my cheek accusingly where a perfectly purple bruise sits.

“It was faked.” Levi’s brows clench in confusion. “My, um…my pants were down, but Reeve didn’t…penetrate.”

“Color me fucking confused. Why the fuck were you with Reeve Stanton?”

You’re just digging yourself a deeper hole here, girl.

Levi closes the rest of the distance between us, and I don’t step back this time. His wide frame towers over me like the wall of China when I don’t respond. “You got two minutes before I go find Stanton myself and rip his arms off his body. What are you saying to me?”

“I’m saying he didn’t fuck me.”

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