Page 100 of Falling in Reverse

However, I can leave him with something else.

Looking down at the front of his body, I slowly inspect my victim in the only bloodless way I know how.

“I want this to end,” I tell him honestly through a low mutter. “I want you to keep you and yours out of South Shore.”

His brows furrow. “You want me to what?”

“Stay out of fucking South Shore,” I bark out louder.

Geezus Christ.

“And what do I get in return?”

“Isn’t that enough? Peace?”

“No,” he deadpans. “I want revenge.”

“On who?” He averts his eyes and silently tells me that he’s not going to budge with my answer. “I want the bomb off my best friend.”

“And, again, what do I get in return?”

My nostrils flare at his entitled ass. “Your life?”

He shakes his head as if that’s not good enough. “There’re two of me left if I die, but only one Levi Wallace.”

Cairo and Reeve.

“Why don’t we all just have a Wild West shootout and see if I can get all of you taken out.”

Torin smiles at me, but it’s not a friendly I love it when you’re near kinda smile, but a you’re stupid as hell right now. “Is this how you planned your untimely death? In the middle of a street?”

“Never thought too much into—” He moves forward, causing me to stop speaking altogether. Torin annoyingly has that effect on me.

I hate it.

But it’s there.

“You’re mumbling,” he grounds out. “And I planned a whole scene's worth of material for you, Wildfire. It involved a whole lot of really messy ass shit for me and you.”

I don’t need to read between the lines to understand that he hasn’t given up his weird obsession with me.

“What do you want?”

“What do I want?” I press my lips together, but give him a curt nod. “I want you bent over on your knees while I slide my cock inside that tight pussy. I want to feel Levi Wallace’s woman wrapped around me so I can say I fucked over South Shore, literally.”

That would’ve been semi-cute if he would’ve lost the fucking South Shore bit.

“I’m not into rape,” I convey. “But thanks anyway.”

“You don’t want me anymore, Wildfire?” His light eyes don’t falter off mine, looking for any sort of discomfort riding through my blues, and my skin immediately ignites at the way he looks at me. He’s playing with fire, and I’m messing with ice from a man who really doesn’t care about me but wants to own me for bragging rights. “Because I’d love to have you…screaming my name, thrusting into you until you can’t breathe. Until I can’t breathe.”

“Sounds like it’s going to be just you and your hand tonight. Because?—”

“Bay!” Levi’s voice booms out. “Let’s go.”

His voice poses no argument or to make him wait another second longer. He’s probably been through one hell of a couple of days and I’m only prolonging it.

“Don’t do this.”

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