However, he hasn’t stopped loving her, which proves he’s an idiot.
She lied.
That’s really all that matters here.
I watched this girl from afar and every move she made. I saw the way she looked at Levi and how they moved together.
A unit.
A Bonnie and Clyde kinda thing.
There’s no room for any of us there, and it stings.
It hurts.
It fuckingburns.
All the thoughts and dare I mention, dreams, I had went up in smoke when I discovered Wallace breathing behind the wheel of that car.
She wouldn’t get behind anyone driving but him.
It was obvious.
Fuck his big-ass shoulders and the white mask he thought was going to keep his identity a secret.
It was the way Bay moved with him when they pulled Lorenzo out of the SUV and into the back of theirs. The way he stood too close. The trust she had that she doesn’t give out to just anyone.
Are they going to use him as a weapon?
Did they honestly think I wasn’t going to find out?
I don’t know what to do, but I’m angry, and I don’t like the feeling. I don’t enjoy how it makes me feel vulnerable and edgy.
It’s what Vivian did.
It’s how I landed where I did.
It’s exactly what took some of my life away because I didn’t see what was right in front of me for what it was or whoshewas.
Bay Astor is just as good of an actress as Vivian was, manipulating me into a role that would protect her when she needed it.
She really should watch every edge of her life and all the dark corners surrounding it.
Because I’m one of them.
And not even Juice or Hot Rod—after they escorted her back to her house—saw me coming.
Waiting.
It’s where Wallace is too comfortable, and Bay is defenseless. The two of them are too trusting in the sense that South Shore is safe and no harm can come.
I’m the exception.
Matteo may have slithered in, but he got caught.
I don’t.
I haven’t yet.
