Page 74 of Pretty Little Lies

“Are you fucking serious? Was that really necessary?” I solicit already thinking of calling this whole fucking thing off withEmilio and this psycho in front of me. My heart is currently on a sprint through my chest, and I think I just suffered a mild heart attack. “At a fucking party?”

“It was to prove a point.” He gets rid of his weapon, tucking it back behind his suit jacket, unfazed by shooting a man in cold blood while everyone has either cleared the patio or kept a close eye on the man that I’m semi-related to. “Welcome to the family. I’ll come grab you in a bit and we’ll gamble. I know you could use the money since you’re not going to take a dime from Emilio.” He snaps his fingers, and the sound actually makes me flinch. “Oh, and I heard that Matteo De Leon has been in your past. He’s here, and that was to show him how much I’m not fucking around with protecting you if you decided to stay. I’ve always wanted a sister.”

I blink at him as he gives me, what I think, is a playful wink because he’s still psycho.

His lips coil, and I see a little of Torin in them, the boy-next-door vibes that fall off him. However, Ramsey is a bonafide killer without a conscience.

And I think I may have just found another problem.

He’s watching me too closely.

TWENTY-THREE

torin

The weedthat sinks into every fiber of my brain, pores, and mindset is the calmest I’ve had in a long time. I needed it after that motherfucker in the green mohawk called Bay a bitch, then a cunt, then decided it was in his best interest to grab her.

Then all hell broke loose.

I was never a fan of Levi Wallace before, but the moment his meaty, inked hand wrapped around Bay’s throat is when it all shattered around me. The realization that I like this girl. That I’d go after the King of South Shore—her town—and make him reap his consequences.

And what a dumb motherfucker.

If all he had on her were other guys and a fit of jealously, that would’ve been an easy fix. She’d never leave my side. I’d lock her ass in her room when I couldn’t bring her along and there wouldn’t be any cock sniffing around her without a few pieces of lead in them.

And, just like Reeve, I share half this blame of why that even was a thing in the first place. Yeah, we were in East Riverside, mutual territory. I could stroke my dick there and he couldn’t say shit about it.

However, I get the wholepissing on what’s minething. But not thelet’s put hands on what belongs to me unless she’s panting underneath meshit he pulled.

I also can’t lie and say that fucking her wasn’t only amazing, but it was partly because shewasWallace’s girl.

And that I’ve wanted her for years.

I kept my conquest safe and hidden, respectful even, because I didn’t go blabbering off that I got to feel how tight she squeezes and milked me fucking dry.

God, that pussy.

“How much you wanna bet she punches him in the face by the end of the night?” Reeve muses, gently ashing the tip of his blunt over the metal railing we’re leaned up against.

We’re on the second story, overlooking the party when really we’re both just eye-fucking Bay in her entirety. I’ve chilled out with her, him needing to make peace with her and what happened out there the night they put on the performance of their lives.

However, he seems back to his old self again, and I’m hungry.

“Who?” I ask, focal point gliding down her ass as a small amount of her naked thigh peeks out from underneath the black dress she’s wearing. Her hair is down, draping over the deep dip in the back, and it’d take but one weak pull at one of her straps to have that whole thing cascading to the floor.

“Matteo De Leon.”

Every inch of my being stands to attention at the mention ofhisname. “Where?”

Since word got out that Levi Wallace dumped her ass, it’s not surprising that he’s prancing around like a horny stray cat in the middle of a dog pound. It doesn’t take a brain cell to determine that he wants her for one thing and one thing only, South Shore intel.

I mean, honestly, if there was a shit ton of it, I’m sure Wallace would’ve used it already. We’re at a standstill with this so-called war, stealing and pounding our fists into each other’s faces once in a while, but nothing to write home about.

Meanwhile, Matteo didn’t read up on the definition of rising up well above his means. And I don’t like how he has in his head that he could use her in several different ways to his advantage.

One being prying her thighs open.

How suddenlyIcould use her to my advantage.

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