I can’t help the scoff that rolls from my lips becauseanythingLevi would’ve said didn’t merit him getting shot. “And what’s that?”
“He was still going to kill all the boys.”
That’s a lie.
Levi wouldnever.
“He was going to take The Landings and be done with this whole ordeal.”
I shake my head against her bullshit commentary. “Is this your lame attempt at trying to turn me against him?”
“Bay,” Travis repeats for a second time, his voice shaky and more urgent. “He’s gone.”
“He was going to get you and the girls to California,” Nessa presses on. “He was going to get you far enough away so that you couldn’t stop him. Levi was going to come back here and finish the job.”
He’d never leave me behind in a strange fuckin’ town.
“You’re smokin’ some wack-ass shit if you imagined Levi saying that,” I retort evenly. “Maybe it was to getyouto finally fuck off.”
She scowls at me, her forehead deepening with each blink. “Youreallythink he was going to drop this whole town for you? The power and status?—”
“You don’t know him like I do.”
“Apparently. So, I had him taken out for you.”
“Bay,” Travis clips out. “He’sdead.”
Dead.
Mindlessly, I crane my head toward Trav, searching for the meaning behind what he’s saying.
I find tears in his eyes, distraught as he looks at me.
“What?” I say ever-so-softly because…I’m so mind-boggled by Nessa’s bullshit I’m not putting two and two together here.
“Levi…” He blinks, and a tear falls aimlessly to one cheek as he stares back at me. “He didn’t make it. They couldn’t…save him.”
Instant tears brim around the backs of my eyes becausethey couldn’t save him.
No.
No.
That’s not possible.
Men like Levi don’t fall to drive-bys. They don’t die when I’m not there, either. They don’t get snitched on by weak-ass bitches and fall because they’ve lived through bigger and crazier shit.
He wouldn’t because he knows I need him.
He’s not dead.
He wouldn’t leave me.
He promised.
He promised.
He wouldn’t do it because he promised.
