Page 49 of Pretty Little Lies

“She’s got this,” Torin vouches simply, at the same moment Wallace’s sidekick knocks some of the animals out of her arms. “I’m just waiting for her to kick him in the balls. And it looks like she’s got Juice’s name next.”

“She can do that when he’snotputting his hands on her,” Reeve retorts as I study how Wallace is going to go about doing this because I’m hella confused.

Those two are inseparable. There’s no secret that they’re always together. I guess it’d make sense that they weren’t open and displaying PDA every two seconds because that’s a liability. Especially with who Levi is and how many people are trying to gun him down.

Bay reaches up for Levi’s hand that’s tangled up in her hair, and she appears as though she wants to kill him. It’d save us the trouble.

“You got thirty seconds, Cairo,” Reeve warns me. “I’m about to lose my fuckin’ shit.”

“Give her more credit,” Torin replies. “I’ve seen this girl deal with the worst of them. She stood up to De Leon the other day.”

“He’s next,” Reeve spits out.

Bay slams her fists into Wallace’s side, earning a delighted chuckle from Torin. I’m glad he’s enjoying this while I’m dealing with the asshole at my right who’s in too deep with his dick.

And he hasn’t even stuck it in her yet.

I don’t think.

But when Levi’s mouth slams into Bay’s, Reeve grows rigid at my side, and I feel the tension forming from Torin’s side.

I’m surrounded by two stupid fucks and a handbag of problems of our own.

“If you move,” I grind out to Reeve, “you’re going to be eating concrete.”

He doesn’t answer me, too invested in the scene that’s playing out in front of us before Torin’s prediction comes to life and Bay’s knee connects with Wallace’s balls.

He cowers over as a smirk of victory displays over Bay’s face, peering up to spew whatever threats come to mind. Torin wants to save her while Reeve wants to keep her.

And I’m not looking to adopt any stowaways.

However, it’s two against one. I can only bitch about it so much until I’m outrun and outvoted.

Bay kicks at Levi’s shins, and he reacts, swinging his legs to knock into her ankles while he fidgets with the zipper of his jeans. And when his palm runs along the back of her head to allude to the fact that he’s going to have her suck him off, I drop my arm.

Reeve and Torin move in perfect tandem together as I trail behind. Their main focus is on the beast of a man who runs South Shore and all his ink.

Levi Wallace might be a pain in the fucking ass, but I can respect how well he’s run South Shore and how long he’s kept Emilio out. We might not be best friends, but we don’t purposely run into each other either.

I have a Titan seat to gain, not a girl to fight over.

Meanwhile, Torin gave up his up to Ramsey, and Reeve told his mother to shove it up her ass when she wanted to put Newport back on the map.

I hate to say the responsibility of us relies on my fight with Matteo De Leon, but it does. If I lose—which I won’t—we’ll be under Emilio’s thumb until the prick dies and, even then, I think he may just live on forever.

Torin doesn’t warn Juice that he’s coming when he cheapshots him with a blow to the head.

Reeve is already prying Levi away from Bay, and I’m standing idly by, making sure that Hot Shit, as Reeve calls him, doesn’t make a move to join in. At this point, Reeve and Torin are going to do what they want to do when it comes to her, and there’s nothing I can say to make them feel different.

The woman put a damn hex on the both of them without really trying, and the shit is past annoying. No reason to keep bitching about it tonight.

Reeve stumbles back after Levi batters up on him, slamming his fist into Reeve’s face, but he stops on a dime and practically leaps in the air just to counter back his attack. They both look like a bunch of dumbasses as my eyes connect with vivid blue ones.

I jerk my head for her to get off her knees and come to me.

Shockingly, she does, picking up the animals that spilled from her hands as Hot Rod watches her go with ire.

Too fucking bad.

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