Page 31 of Pretty Little Lies

And that’s speaking louder than words.

"Motherfucker!" Green Mohawk exclaims. "You're fuckin' dead, just like your fucking girl. Do you know—" He’s grabbed from both sides and jerked back, and it's then that I realize two more entities who shouldnotbe here.

Torin and Cairo.

"Get the fuck off me, man!”

My eyes meet Levi’s again, and they’re burning with ire and aggravation at the assist.

That he was right when he didn’t want to be.

The Forsaken Crew boys, they have their eyes on me for a reason, and he can’t nail down the why.

I can.

They want to fuck Levi Wallace’s girl. And I’m not fully sure if that applies to Reeve or not, but it doesn’t matter. There isno world where I end up with him or anyone else affiliated with him.

I watch my best friend runs his thumb and index finger down his face and around his jawline.

The signal.

We’re doing this now.

My gut twists because this is where I have to put on the biggest front of my life. Where my best friend and I cut ties in front of everyone and this could open up a whirlwind of shit for both of us.

I could be more of a target and he could have to make a decision if someone tries to fuck with me to blow our story out of the water.

"Wildfire," Torin calls out to me, seizing my entire attention. “Come here."

Ping-ponging the idea of listening to him and telling him to go take a long walk off a short pier, I don’t take the latter.

I don’t take it because I’m not going to let Levi down or my family.

Hesitantly, I move with Reeve faithfully following me as two sets of different colored brown eyes follow my every step.

They have balls for days.

Especially doing this in front of my alleged boyfriend and the most powerful man of South Shore.

We might be in East Riverside where they’re safe from a bullet, but they are not going to win any brownie points with interfering.

"I counted that this guy called you a bitch about two times," Torin says out loud. "What did you get, Cairo?"

“Two, plus a cunt,” he replies with his sole focal point and lack of any expression whatsoever on me.

"Reeve?"

"Too many," he grounds out, his once placid tone gone now.

"Did you hear that, fuckhead?" Torin shakes him by his shirt, getting the guy to stumble off-kilter a bit. "You're callin' our girl a fucking bitch and what did you think was gonna happen in another state, without any of your fucking buddies around? Do you know where the hell you are?"

Our girl?

"Fuckyou," Mohawk growls out with a snarl. "That bitch che—" Cairo heaves a closed fist into his ribs and Green Mohawk cowers, face twisted in immediate pain that he instigated.

I continue staring at Torin, watching his lips move and speak something to the competition that I kicked out of the race but I don't hear the words. All I caught and repeating in my head isyou're callin' our girl...

I locate Levi out of my peripheral, carefully watching all this go down. His plan playing perfectly out as he said.

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