Page 6 of Pretty Little Lies

He doesn’t.

And his little threat goes right over my head, because I’d be more terrified of a barking puppy than his old cocaine slinging ass.

“I’d love to see you try,” I deadpan, running my index finger up and down the leather armrest of my chair. “You might want to shut the fuck up, because it’ll be the last time I save her for your ass.”

“Save her?” he mocks back. “That little sister-fuckerfuckedmy daughter!”

I bite the tip of my tongue to keep me from rising and flipping the table over on my father. “Mention Reeve one more time, and you’ll be walkin’ out of here with a few more holes in your body.”

“You silly, worthless little prick,” he leers, spit spewing from his lips. “You think you run shit around here? That he’s not going to pay—” My Glock is in my palm so fast that acquainting myself with it is second nature.

Always has been.

Especially when my father is tossing out real omens of touching one of my brothers.

That’s a no-no.

He can rip into me any day of the week he wants. Emilio can bitch slap me when he believes I’ve crossed a line. But when we start talking about putting out hits on Reeve or Cairo, that’s where I’m going to swerve out and stop that from becoming a reality.

“I’m the one with the hearing problem,” I divulge, pointing the weapon at his head. “I thought I said not to mention him again.”

“You have three seconds to drop the gun?—”

“I’ve already told youtwicethat Reeve didn’tfuckBay. She understood what needed to happen.” I level him with a glare of my own because, man, I might be half-deaf, but this stupid fuck doesn’t want to listen. “But when she finds out it wasyourcrew that wanted to gang-bang her…” I shake my head with a tsk. “It’s not gonna end well for you, is it?”

“You wanna explain to me how the hell half my men were lying out on that street?”

“No.”

His nostrils flare, and it’d be cooler if fire would’ve come out. Then maybe I’d start taking him seriously.

However, since that’s not the case, I’m already bored with this conversation and the strict orders of how quickly he made me come to his office.

Emilios constricted blue eyes narrow on me. “On your fucking order, you had my daughter humiliated?—”

“She ran through The Landings. After multiple warnings from all of us still running Wallace’s drugs.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck if she was doing it on a horse and prancing the shit in front of you. Youdon’ttouch my daughter.”

I could roll my eyes into the back of my head right now at this wack-assFather of the Yearrole he’s playing.

It’s definitely new because it was never portrayed with Ramsey and I. But now that he has his own blood and DNA running through someone’s veins, he’s trying out for the role.

“Are we handing out special privileges now?” I press, holding Emilio’s stare behind his desk, because he doesn’t scare me anymore. He’s not my boss. He’s just the man who half-ass raised me and left me a crew because he couldn’t stay. Too many hits to his head and Levi Wallace was leading the charge. “Because I need to know, since I’m the one running this side.”

“You’re not runnin’ shit, Torin.” He gives me an unimpressed look, as if I’ve been delusional this whole time and he was neverreally gone. “You may have kept The Landings from burning down or Wallace to march across the line, but you’re not king. I am with my Titan seat.”

It’s at the tip of my tongue to call his ass out.

If I kill this motherfucker, half my problems are solved. However, it’s never been on my list of shit to do. Ramsey was always supposed to have it, even though that’s worse. And for some dumbass reason, I could never murder my older brother for it.

But he’d have no issue slaughtering your ass.

“Your problem, Pops, is that The Void doesn’t know she exists. If you want to throw some respect and fear on her name, you better announce her now.”

“That comes with consequences.”

“Then I guess you better let me handle it the best way I know how. Because I saved your daughter from some shit that could’ve fucked her up in more ways than one.”

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