Page 141 of Falling in Reverse

Clearly, I’m not either, because since my name is linked with the Forsaken Crew, she has me on the do not ride list.

And honestly, I’d do anything to get off it just to break a piece of that sweet ass for me to take a bite into.

The gang-banger lifestyle isn’t what I ever had in mind for myself just like the step-kid who barely tolerates his so-called father. We’re all a bunch of fucked up men who were born into this and, while the money is alright and buys me pretty shit, I don’t like Emilio. Especially when so many of his faces are starting to come to light.

“You know she’s gonna be here, right?” Cairo’s voice mutters flatly at my side as I scroll through the programming on my laptop to look at the last data I received from the quarter-mile shot I took last night. “And you’re competition. We’re supposed to stay away from the chick, not openly seek her out.”

“I’m hoping she’s gonna be here,” I quip honestly, because I’m going through major withdrawals.

In fact, Torin has been going out of his way to make sure I’m not anywhere within her line of sight. Chick doesn’t look like she digs him as much as I do her, though.

Torin’s paranoid ass can’t slow down, wanting to stop whatever she may have planned before it happens.

Meanwhile, I played back-up while my dick got hard watching her parade around in tight jeans and a shirt that showed off all her curves in Wharf Bay.

“She’s trouble,” Cairo grounds out, scanning the people walking around the event. Always on the alert and ready. “She’s got Torin all fucked up with paranoia.”

“She’s…” Every adjective I could ever think up in my head. And she seriously has nothing to worry about with my being here because I’m not winning shit when it comes down to this elimination race. I almost didn’t enter because of that prick Matteo De Leon. I fucking hate the ghetto motherfucker but the hundred grand in my back pocket to play with, in case I needed it in the future, wasn’t gonna hurt either.

Even though it’s a long shot.

My car isn’t primed and run much. You got assholes out here with turbos and nitrous shots ready to blow other cars out of the burnout puddle.

I just wanna blow off some aggression and maybe see my little vixen walking around.

“Back off,” Cairo chides. “I don’t want any more bullshit with Wallace right now. I got enough to deal with.”

I blow air through my mouth and rattle my lips. “You two fuckers worry about nothing, man. She’s South Shore…she was born to hate us.”

“And that’s good for you because…”

“I got charm and a huge dick for days, brother,” I reply confidently. “Chill. I don’t need the pep talk. Save it for Torin and his suspicions.”

“They’re not suspicions when she’s jackin’ my shit.”

I blow out an exasperated exhale because this is all of what it is—they’re intimidated and she’s something they’ve never had to deal with. “So she stole, big deal. How many cars do you have?”

“One.”

Oh, that’s right. Torin is the little shithead who has like nine.

“And she’s a chick with an obvious soft spot in Emilio’s heart,” my brother continues. “He wouldn’t have approached her if he didn’t want her involved in what we’ve built.”

“And you think she’s going to dethrone us all.”

“She’d be in a perfect position to do it.”

He has a point. He really does. Except it’s not the vibe that I get from her at all.

“Bay doesn’t like rich people. Shit, she doesn’t even like me and I’m lovable as fuck.”

“’Cause you got power and a gang backin’ your ass. To that girl, you’re a fucking annoyance.”

I turn my body to prop my arm and hip on the side of my Toyota Supra, finding Cairo with his normal nothing bothers me facade. “If she’s trouble, and something doesn’t vibe well, then it’s obviously off.”

Cairo frowns. “What’s off, exactly?”

“My wooing her, of course.”

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