Page 122 of Falling in Reverse

I give a detached shrug. “That sounds more of a personal problem.”

He pulls my upper half forward, just to ram it back into the poor shelves and abandoned books behind me.

“I don’t have a plan,” I choke out because he’s squeezing a little too hard but leaving enough room for me to breathe if I focus on it only.

Except it’s hard when I have a man sandwiching me to a piece of furniture while interrogating my ulterior motive.

“You don’t have a plan,” Torin repeats flatly and with no emotion attached to it. Reaching behind him, he lifts his shirt and grabs his gun that is tucked underneath. What I didn’t expect was the silencer screwed on the end of it. “You know he’s gay as fuck, right?”

“Emilio?”

“Torin,” Reeve warns, more like sing-songs, as if he needs to lighten the mood.

Pretty Boy promptly ignores his buddy and removes the safety of the weapon. “He doesn’t like women. Ramsey doesn’t fuck women. He tortures them, lets their blood drip from their bodies as he laughs, and watches them die out slowly. He doesn’t screw pretty little girls from the block, and he sure as hell doesn’t look at them from the other side of his dick.”

“I’m sorry, when did we flip to Ramsey? I thought we were talkin’ about Dad.”

Yeah, he doesn’t like the reference.

Because the pads of Torin’s fingers are going to leave an imprint with how hard he’s squeezing my windpipe now.

“He doesn’t seem gay,” I mutter on, keeping my body still as Torin brings his weapon to my temple.

“He is.”

“Are you…a bunch of homophobes or something?” The click of the hammer on Torin’s gun gets Reeve out of his chair and striding through the room.

Thankfully, in my direction.

“Bay Bay,” he composes collectively, reaching my side and sliding himself between me and the bookshelf. It only gets me closer to Torin but he’s not gonna pull the trigger with me so close to his buddy…I think. Plus, if he wants answers to wherever he’s going with this, he’s gonna need me alive. “You know guns kill, right?”

I mindlessly seek comfort in Reeve, pressing my ass to his front, looking for protection from the big bad wolf in front of me when I say, “I don’t know why I have to be up to anything.”

“Because no one likes Ramsey, McQueen,” Reeve whispers in my ear as Torin eases up on my throat. “And you don’t appear like a gold digger, so spill.” His large hands rest on both my hips as he gently runs his thumbs back and forth, pulling me closer to feel the bulge of his cock prominently pressing into my butt. “Give him what he wants so you can go home and text me later.”

“What do you want me to say?” I argue. “That I’m out for your throne or something, because trust me, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it?” Torin snaps impatiently. Those perfectly shaped brows compressed together. “Because you made it very clear that you wanted nothing to do with Emilio. But Ramsey…he might be a fucking clown but he’s Emilio’s favorite. So have we moved on to him now?”

“I’m dating Levi Wallace,” I falsely claim. “Keep up, Pretty Boy.”

“I think your bullshitting.” Torin flicks his amber eyes to Reeve for the first time. “Go watch the door.”

Reeve doesn’t move. “You gonna chill?”

Baby Wildes glares at him, but Reeve doesn’t budge until he finally answers with, “She’ll walk out alive.”

Reeve then does what he says without question, abandoning me to the only crazy person in the room.

And this asshole wants me to text him—psh.

He doesn’t turn his back either, immediately closing the door behind him and trusting that I’ll be alive afterward for him to bother.

I mean, Torin would have to have the balls to kill Emilio’s only newly founded daughter.

“You said you were going to fuck me,” Torin undertones, slowly running the warm metal down the side of my face and releasing my neck altogether. “And I was gonna fall madly in love with you. You want to off Emilio, just like a bunch of other people do…but you’re too much of a pussy to pull the trigger? Because you sure as hell had no problem with me.”

“It’s called learning street smarts,” I quake when the tip of the barrel runs along my jaw. “You could’ve killed?—”

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