Page 110 of Falling in Reverse

“What the fuck did I tell you would happen if you touched what was mine, Black?”

I rock my head against the cool metal because I simply can’t believe I fell for this shit. “You kill me, Wallace, my boys won’t be very happy.”

“I wouldn’t think so,” he vouches flatly. “Especially since one is babying a gun wound from my girl.”

Trust me, I’ve been hearing about that shit for days.

Regardless, maybe this will teach Torin, once and for all, to leave her the hell alone.

“I see you haven’t blown up yet,” I acknowledged. Which seriously is a pity.

“All safe and sound,” Wallace vows. “But I’m really upset that you haven’t come to check up on me.”

I silently scoff. “The fuck do you want?”

“I thought this was our thing. We meet up, knock dicks around, and fuckin’ talk. Maybe throw some lead around…but I just did that with your soldier boys. I think”—he drives the gun deeper into my head—“one of them might still be alive.”

“I’m gonna take it that you’re not going to let me take him to the hospital just yet.”

“You’d be right.” The weapon disappears from my skull before it’s bashed into my head, sending a sharp and rattling pain through—I swear—my brain.

I pull in a labored inhale, trying to keep my focus on the undertaking of getting out of here and digging up what Wallace wants.

It definitely wasn’t a social call.

Raising my head, my eyes fall on light blue jeans that squeeze Bay’s thick thighs and curvy waist. Her skin shows up next underneath a rolled-up Levi’s shirt—how fucking fitting—and then those haunting ass blue eyes.

“I told you to leave me alone,” she taunts, as though she has a right to. That she holds any fucking power and maybe she fucking does.

Just the same, I’m unable to retort with anything because Vivian’s screeching voice is the next thing I hear before she bumps into my body with hers and wraps her long fingers around my bicep.

“Don’t touch him, you animals,” she huffs, inserting herself into a situation that I’m now hoping Levi takes action on.

Killing someone.

One of Bay’s brows perks, her regard locked on the blonde at my side.

“Feel free to shoot anyone still breathing who’s not me,” I mutter, receiving back those blue eyes.

“In a fight?” she asks with a smirk as if we’re in some sort of lover’s quarrel.

“Been in one for over six years.”

Vivian digs her fingernails into my skin but keeps her focus locked on Bay. “It’s not any of your business. What do you want? He’s going to be the King of Wharf Bay and?—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Levi drones then lifts his gun at her. “Get the fuck out of here.”

“No.” I roll my eyes at Vivian’s dramatics. “Wait…” She loosens her hold on me and squints her eyes at Levi who stands right at Bay’s side. All muscles, tattoos, and attitude. “You’re Levi Wallace.”

“And who the fuck are you?”

Bay crosses her arms along her perfect tits. “Vivian fucking Muncy. Damn, dude…” Her eyes drop down the length of Vivian’s polished body, always dressed to the nines and in brand outfits. “I didn’t think blondes were your type.”

Not currently.

Perfect world, I’d give Bay a spin to see if she could sway me over to the dark side. That’s if she didn’t try decking me every two seconds with her knees.

Vivian scoffs haughtily. “No, he managed to fall in love with someone who wasn’t from the scum of the Earth. And you can stop bringin’ your trailer park ass to hang out with my brother.”

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