Page 85 of Pretty Little Lies

“My boy won’t do anything to you.”

“Your boy hates me.” Even threatened to kill me one day, which was what every girl wants to hear in the dark. I steer my gaze to Torin. “And so do you, Pretty Boy.”

“I hate that you want us to believe you’re wanting a relationship with Emilio. And I despise the fact that you won’t grant the man in front of you his birthday wish.”

“He’ll live.”

“It’ll be the worst birthday of my life,” Reeve claims, running his fingers down my arm. “Think about it, huh?”

My brows knit at him, but it’s futile. It’s a waste, because I can’t seem to fully put a lot of conviction behind keep Reeve at arm’s length. “I already have enough problems. If Levi keeps seeing me with you guys…I hear he has some sort of hit on me.”

“That’s never going to happen,” Reeve retorts confidently. “We’ll make sure you stay safe.”

“You going to line a bunch of men out in my front yard? Because that’s what it’s going to have to be.”

“If that’s what it takes.”

I tsk, because if Levi wasn’t on my side, he’d mow them down for being in South Shore alone. “You’re just asking for trouble now.”

“I invented trouble, Bay Bay. Come and see.”

“Bay.” My name is called out in a harsh twist of disapproval as I feel Ramsey approach us, borderline cuddled up in the middle of this ritzy party. “I should’ve known you’d get ambushed. My brother can’t seem to live outside his own head and decides to use his weak threats to bid you off.”

“Ramsey, don’t you have a dick to go suck or something?” Torin challenges, not sparing him a glance over his shoulder as Ramsey stands behind the two of them.

“You trying to give me relationship advice?” Ramsey rebukes. “If I listened to you, she’d be driving home drunk and dead by the end of the night.”

Torin’s eyes flare before wiping away any evidence of being annoyed. “I’d say that was pretty rich compared to how you stabbed your last boyfriend, Rams.”

His brother grabs him by the back of the shirt and leans in over his shoulder to whisper in his ear. I obviously can’t hear aword he’s saying, but the look on Torin’s face reveals how much he wants to kill him.

Reeve’s fingers lace with mine, and he grips them hard, keeping it behind him so that Ramsey doesn’t see. However, it doesn’t stop Ramsey’s dark eyes from slicing over to him. “I should beat your fuckin’ ass for what you did to her. You sick prick. You’ll just fuck anything, won’t you? Even your own?—”

“Enough,” Torin orders, getting into his brother’s face. “Take heed of what he said. One mark, Ramsey…justone.”

“I don’t need to. She’s safe with me. She doesn’t have to worry about one of you playing her to get what you want.”

And there…he just confirmed what I feared all along. Not that I think Torin and Ramsey shoot the shit on their plans, but that he can sense it.

Or he’s trying to detach me from them and take away my security blanket.

“Come with me, McQueen,” Reeve mutters, almost pleadingly. “Or I’m coming with you, so pick.”

“Ramsey, you want to win some more money?” My stepbrother’s face lifts at my change of subject and vibe. “The boys wanna play. And I’m looking to make a dent tonight.”

His mouth curves at my so-called diabolical plan. “I’d say that’d be enjoyable.” He glances at Reeve. “Then you can for real rape this prick for his shit.”

Geezus.

I gesture for him to take the lead as Reeve’s palm falls to the small of my back, and I’m jerking on Torin’s shirt to follow so he can see for himself what my goals are for the evening.

We’re back at our poker table within a moment, and the men immediately notice the two Forsaken fuckers behind me, pulling in two additional seats to where Reeve doesn’t take his.

Instead, he takes the one next to Ramsey and pulls me in his lap, his hard cock already protruding and brushing against my upper thigh and this boy.

Thisboy wants to wreck me.

“Deal in, Miss Astor?” The stout middle-aged man who’s been playing dealer since landing at this table asks me.

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