Page 114 of Falling in Reverse

Regardless, I’m tired of being his pawn. The moment he left The Landings and The Forsaken Crew, Cairo, Reeve, and I vetted everyone’s loyalty. We even had them blow up one of Emilio’s warehouses in Newport just to show us if they were going to ride or die by our hands.

Emilio’s pushing a line, and Ramsey believes I’m still ten years old and that he can push and prod me into a temper tantrum.

I’ll give him one.

At the end of a barrel, because just because he’s blood doesn’t mean he’s family.

I feel Bay’s focus on me, and I turn my head, watching her as if she can sense me loathing her presence here.

She loves to fuck with me as much as I like to look at her. I’m obviously not immune to how beautiful she is and even though her mouth gets on my nerves as well as her listening skills, I’d still fuck her into the ground just to know what she feels like from the inside out.

Yet, I don’t want her sinking her claws into Emilio or Ramsey and getting in the way of my plans.

“Hey, Pretty Boy,” she beams with a pep to her step that she did not have to the other day when she shot me. “You gonna stop me on the way home again? I had to go through The Landings to get there.”

I twist my body and walk toward the dining room, feeling her fall into step with me.

“I like your glasses,” she muses on. “You got that hot nerd thing going on.”

Ignoring her, we pass a maid before breaching the spacious dining room and the eight-person table. Ramsey is already inside, muttering something to our father, and I take my normal seat to Emilio’s left at the head of the table.

“You.” Flicking my gaze up, Ramsey’s face just lit up when his matching brown eyes land on Bay. Then they do what mine always seem to do, fall right down within the depths of her flawless body.

“Me,” Bay deadpans, standing her ground on the other side of the table and facing my brother and father like the little South Shore soldier she is.

Emilio unbuttons his suit jacket and takes a seat. “A better meeting than the first one. No guns or accusations being thrown at each other.”

“You ever find those guns, Dad?” He slices his deep blue eyes at me, warning me to shut the fuck up before he remembers those knives at the table.

Ramsey gestures for the table. “Please take a seat, Miss Astor.”

My brows knit at his politeness before a bourbon is immediately placed in front of me. The help is already privy to somehow know when I need it, and Bay plops down right next to me like she knows I don’t want her ass anywhere near me.

Inwardly sighing, I peer up to find Ramsey’s eyes still glued on her, but she keeps those irresistible blue pools on me.

And if I was desperate for attention, maybe it’d give me an ego boost that she didn’t just look at my older brother who’s used to taking everything of mine, using it, then throwing it away for me to worry about.

It’d also bother the shit out of me that he looks interested.

Which can’t be right.

“Can I get you something to drink, Haven?” I don’t register the name right away but find Emilio looking at Bay. “We will have wine served at dinner.”

“Water is fine,” she replies flatly, leaning back and crossing her arms along her chest.

“It’s nice to see you again,” Ramsey vouches slowly, lifting his bourbon and bringing it to his lips. “Can’t say I’d get the pleasure again.”

Bay remains awkwardly silent, and I stare at my older brother like he grew another head.

He doesn’t flirt—if that’s what you’d call this. He intimidates and females seem to like that from him. Or the power he wields around, take your pick.

Bay Astor apparently, though, does not.

“Haven organizes street races,” Emilio states flatly, breaking through the silence. “I believe she races too.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” my brother surmises and clips the end of a Cuban cigar. “My father spoke you up before arriving but did you no justice apparently. You’re quite impressive.”

“And what things have you heard?” She leans forward, placing her elbows on the table, and challenges him to cut the bullshit. “Besides that I’m your stepsister.”

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