Page 72 of Pretty Little Lies

“I think I’m going to kill you one day,” I allude undoubtedly, removing my own gun from the back of my jeans and mocking her actions that she just handed over to me seconds ago, thrusting it into her side. “No one is gonna save you, Little T. No one would even know. You’ll disappear, solveallmy fucking problems right here and now.”

“Except Vivian.” Bay wastes no time throwing her in my face because my ex would be. “I see why you couldn’t pull the trigger on her before. Sheriff’s daughter and all. However, I’m more concerned at the lack of imagination you have at just shooting me.”

“You want something more?” My fingers dip underneath the blue crop top she’s wearing and around the cotton material of her bra. “Do you think fucking you would be more creative? Knock you around a little bit like De Leon used to do?”

Bay shoves at my shoulders, pure fury coursing through her features, but I don’t stop there while I have the chance.

“At least I kept myself out of a dumb-ass gang,” she grinds out. “You’re worse off than I am.”

She has a point.

However, with all my predicaments, at least I’ll have power.

“I’m not the one that has to watch out for Wallace now, am I?” I taunt. “Your beauty didn’t save you this time. Wallace might be a prick, but he’s not stupid. And I can’t say I blame him for dumping you on your ass after fucking Torin.”

Bay averts her gaze from me. “You think you have me all figured out.”

“I don’t,” I admit. “And that’s the problem. You’re just as petty and rash as Torin, and I’m surprised I haven’t pinned you down yet.”

“And do you think Torin would bow down to Emilio?”

“He never has.”

“Then you should have your answer.” She steps back, my lead-filled threat something not of her worry right now. “You’re welcome, by the way. She should be gone.”

Then she falls into the light, striding away from me and exposing her attire. Tight blue jeans around those thighs, her ass filling them out while her long dark hair falls down her spine.

Bay doesn’t steal a glance at me. Clearly not interested in me or any other bullshit I’ve been dealing out to her lately.

But I don’t hesitate to thrust mine in her wake, because I won’t fall victim to whatever plans she has formed in her head.

With or without Wallace.

TWENTY-TWO

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“Hello,sister. I’m surprised to see you here.” My eyes float over to Ramsey as he babies a clear glass of what could be vodka or tequila and wearing a nonchalant contentedness on his face.

However, his tone is almost mocking. And his eyes aren’t as entirely bright as Torin’s, a dark shade of golden, and a hidden look at how brutal his reputation is.

“Oh, you know,” I drone with my own glass of liquor, whiskey, keeping my attention locked on the psycho brother. “Daddy wanted me here.”

I agreed to Emilio’s invitation for his Monte Carlo night on the hunch that I was going to accomplish taking Emilio Wildes down with anything I might find or hear here. It could be a huge waste of time; I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to find, but I’m left with no other choice but to keep him happy so he leaves my family alone.

So, at a rich-ass party in a huge mansion and an infinity pool that hangs over a small cliff overlooking the ocean, I’m dressed in a black, flowy dress that slits up to my upper thigh, and waiting for a good time to leave.

Meanwhile, Ramsey isn’t easily angered by my affirmed acceptance of being Emilio’s daughter. In fact, his lips curl into an easy, but sinister smile.

“It’s good that you are,” Ramsey assures me. “He enjoys you being around, even though he’d never say that out loud.”

I really don’t care.

Ramsey leans up against the metal rail overlooking the ocean below, his black-on-black suit ensemble keeping with his reputation as a Wildes—dangerous, powerful, and not someone to cross, but keep his features softened. “So, what’s your plan? Hang out with him for a few weeks, then dump him to the wayside.” I open my mouth to immediately deny that fact, but he cuts me off. “I can’t say that I blame you. Shit, I wouldn’t have even cared if he came up to me with the Holy Grail and an army at my feet. When you’ve lived a life that you’ve known as yours, it’s a hard pill to swallow that it never really was.”

Dude knows nothing about me, nor what I’m feeling.

“So do you have daddy issues or has Emilio treated you pretty well?”

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