Page 109 of Falling in Reverse

“Where are we going?”

Geezus Christ.

“Shut up, or I’ll drop you off right here.”

She claps her hands together in excitement. “Are we going on a mission?”

The fuck?

“You’re staying in the car,” I order, pressing my foot on the accelerator a little harder. “You leave it and die, welp…” I let my sentence purposely trail off because it wouldn’t be the worst thing.

“I’ll stay inside the car,” she mutters as we speed through the streets and arrive within ten minutes.

My guys are surrounding a shitty van with bumper stickers of being a proud parent of an honor roll student. Something similar to what Torin and I caught Bay in the first time.

One working streetlight hangs over my head, pointing out the rusted bumper and the lack of care but I don’t miss the woman leaning up against the hood of the car with long, dark hair and her back to me.

Putting the car in park, I turn it off and steer my full attention to Vivian. “Do you remember what the fuck I said?”

“Yes,” she answers softly. “I’ll stay here.”

Exiting the vehicle, I jerk my head for one of my dudes to tell me what’s up. The tallest one immediately comes over, already clued in on how I like to conduct business.

“She cut us off and that’s when we noticed the black hair,” he tells me, I think his name is Patrick, and points to her. “Thought it was weird that she was heading on this street and toward the outskirts of town, so we stopped her.”

I nod. “You did good. Find anything?”

“A shitload of cocaine.”

“Cocaine?”

“Yes, sir.”

I didn’t realize that Wallace was upping his game on product, but it’s not like we have weekly calls to shoot the shit.

Ambling toward the woman who’s about to have her ass handed to her, that’s when the first gunshot goes off.

Crouching down on instinct, a few more go off as I sprint toward the van to take cover. However, I’m maybe four steps in before I’m not.

“Black.”

You’ve got the be fucking kidding me…

Swiveling, the woman who was standing idly by the hood walks toward me, but it wasn’t her voice I heard.

It was male.

Yet, my attention is locked on the woman who just stepped into the light and displayed to me that she’s not Bay Astor.

“I’m disappointed. I thought you’d know what I looked like by now.”

I snarl out in frustration as a curvy body comes around to my left. And I come head-to-head with the real Bay Astor who just used a fucking decoy to pull me into this shitshow and steps into my line of vision.

“Hi, jail mate.”

I glower at her. Her black hair drapes down one side of her shoulder, illuminating the picture-perfect color of her skin, and I’m very tempted to mark it again. “Am I going to turn my head and find my men dead?”

She gives me one of those exaggerated smiles, and that’s when I whip out to wrap my hand around her throat. But the loud click of a hammer sounds right next to my head before the hard metal of a gun shoves right into my skull.

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