Page 75 of Pretty Little Lies

It wouldn’t be a hard thing to do. Sinking between her legs again, her hand wrapped tightly around my cock as we battle it out with our tongues and lips. The thought at the movie theatre has me rock hard again.

I want her.

Reeve pines over her and Matteo De Leon just checked in. He believes he’s going to beat Cairo for the Titan seat and the girl from South Shore is his key.

He got lucky.

South Shore could whomp down on his ass because Matteo’s mouth is bigger than his whole piddly-ass gang.

“Somewhere down there,” Reeve replies, waving his hand over the party. “Don’t worry, I have my eye on her.”

“Emilio must’ve invited him. Trying to make rivals friends and all that shit. The last thing I need is Bay siding up with him.”

Reeve glances over at me, brows pinched. “You still on that? Dude, if she wanted us dead, we would’ve alreadybeendead.”

I don’t know.

I wasn’t expecting my temper to make an appearance, to anyone else other than Bay, because that’s the norm, it seems. And since trying to find out what she’s all about, my facade is breaking about how much I can’t stand the fact that she’s South Shore and I’m part of a gang that has a strong hatred for it.

I'm running out of reasons besides a bunch of men putting a hit out on me as a child. Or maybe it’s the looming and bullshit prospect that a girl lives there with two sisters and a father recovering from a stroke that’s got me fucked up. That I don’t want to cause her any harm in any way, shape, or form.

“It’s not just about Forsaken Crew shit,” I retort. “It’s about what she plans on doing with Emilio. If she’s gonna be an enemy when we go to South Shore, and if that’s even an option for us anymore.”

“She’ll let me in.”

I roll my eyes. “If Bay teams up with Emilio, we’re never breaking free. We’re stuck here.”

“Why?”

“Because she’ll take the Titan seat. The shift in power won’t allow us to go without a hit on both our heads.”

My best friend shakes his head. “You’re missing the point here, Wildes.”

“Which is?”

Reeve blows out a large puff of gray smoke over the party. “Imagineservingthat girl every fucking night. I don’t mind worshipping her, killing for her. I’ll be her little warrior, solider, whatever the fuck she wants.”

If only it were thateasy.

“You’re living in a fairy tale,” I mutter. “And she’s spiraling.”

“I don’t see it. What I did see was Wallace breaking up with her. Did he hit you that hard in the head that you forgot?”

“That guy has been wanting to beat my ass for years, so that’s not a shocker. However, she has options.”

“Yeah,us. You have a past with her. You said you wanted her way back in the day when she was rollin’ with De Leon and his Pistol Pussies. So, either stand up and in line or fuck off. You don’t have many options, Torin. And, that’sifI allow you to fuck my girl.”

My eyes clench. “Yourfucking girl?”

“Hold your grudge,” Reeve says under his breath, to where I barely hear him. “You’re only helpin’ me out.”

Jealously ramps through me like a lightning bolt, and my fingers curl around his bicep, whipping him around to face me. “What the fuck did you say?”

“You’re only helpin’ me out?” My best friend only stares at me, paying no heed to my endless temper and the fact that I’veclaimedher first.

As if it doesn’t matter.

And we’ve been through this before, back in the day, Annabella Sheridon.

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