Page 11 of Falling in Reverse

Torin almost fully got to me once.

I was a sucker for those cover model GQ looks and the dirty words he whispered in my ear.

If time allowed, Torin would’ve been balls deep inside me without much more effort. However, that’s not what causes goosebumps to line my arms and a cryptic chill to run up my spine the more I look at him.

It’s his eyes.

Those self-assured irises that stare back at me inflict the possible truth that he knew it was me the whole time.

And not only am I screwed because I just got caught in enemy territory but because he’s one of the top-tiered leaders of The Forsaken Crew.

South Shore’s biggest rivalry since before I was born.

“Name’s Jade,” I deadpan, praying to everything holy that he doesn’t recognize me.

Back in the day, I used to be a bleach blonde because that’s what my ex preferred.

What he demanded.

However, what works against me now is that I’m always with Levi. And all of us have been in the same place, at the same time, while I was more than likely at my best friend’s side.

All Torin had to do was ask who I was, and the answer would’ve gotten to him.

He’s The Landing’s Royalty.

A fucking prick.

A prince who uses that power like the air he breathes. He just takes it as if he’s privileged to it.

The cops work for him. He even has Sheriff Muncy as his lap dog.

“Jade, huh?” He leans his forearms along the edge of my window, a black watch encrusted in, what looks to be diamonds, resting along my door.

Despite that, he casually accesses me, studying my features as I close my hands into tight fists in my lap.

“I hear you might be the chick who’s running drugs through my streets.”

I cock my head in challenge. “And who’s that?”

Torin doesn’t pry his golden irises off me, subtly searching me for clues and it makes me antsy.

He’s so fucking beautiful, I had almost forgotten how much. I was actually hoping that this day would never come when we would ever be this close again.

“Don’t tell me you forgot about me, Bay.”

My heart collides hard into my ribcage, and before I can deny it—because there’s no way in hell I’m going to just say hey, how’s it going? How have you been—a loud crash of glass pierces through the air.

I jolt, realizing that the back sliding door has just been busted out and that’s when the full-fledged rage of my temper snaps and I’m in fight mode.

Unlocking the door, I shove it open, hitting Torin in the chest first and sending him back a bit.

I think more out of surprise than anything before I’m on the other dark-haired wonder who just batoned the fuck out of Mrs. Thames’s ride.

How the hell am I supposed to fix that tonight and get it back to her by morning?

My fist speaks for the lack of sleep I’m going to receive tonight, slamming into the side of his head so hard that I bow over from throwing all my weight into it.

His hand promptly comes up to where I hit him, and that’s when I kick the baton out of his grip with my heel so he can’t use it on me and form up for another hit.

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