Page 144 of Falling in Reverse

“When?”

“Now.”

“Yeah?” She crosses her arms along her chest. “You guys like to share or something?”

My brows clash. “What?”

She nods at Torin. “Pretty Boy.”

“What about him?” Her face lifts as if I’m stupid, slow, or just plain ignorant. “Pretty sure he hates you, baby. No offense.”

Bay inches closer and stops when I can smell motor oil and grease off her skin mixed with something like brown sugar. “I guess that’s what the kids are callin’ it these days. That hate fuck of his the other night was pretty eventful. He wanted me to fuck him raw so he could feel me cream around him. Then the other day at the basketball court…”

My head slowly rolls to the side, violence and jealousy filtering into my bone marrow and head so forcefully that I’m about to break our number one rule—don’t fight in front of people outside of us.

I could literally slam my fist into his throat, but I don’t.

We’re a unit—him, me, and Cairo. If there is chaos amongst us, we’re lost, because we all have the same goal. We are all each other’s got.

However, it doesn’t stop the pending question and dirty look that’s barred and loaded on my best friend. He’s made it perfectly clear that he wants her gone, held a fucking gun to her head, and now he… “Wanna explain what the fuck she’s talkin’ about?”

Because he said nothing happened.

Nothing.

Nodda.

Torin’s hardened expression doesn’t change, one of loathing and frustration toward the woman who shares the same genes as his old man. However, he was just bitching about her and now he wants to slide his dick in what I want?

Yeah, no.

Especially when his fucking ass said that all he did was threaten her, not fuck her.

“So, you’re still thinking about it.”

I turn my body so I’m facing fully him and get my chest into his shoulder. “Start speaking, brother, because last time I checked, you didn’t like her.”

“Don’t need to.”

A mirthless chuckle rumbles in my chest, because while Torin might be an insufferable bastard, I’m a fucking inconsiderable cunt when pissed. All his preaching about staying away from her while he’s screwed her has finally come to light.

He wants to keep his newly found sis to himself.

Yeah, it’s kinda fucked, kinda not when they aren’t technically related, but he’s not about to cock block me so he can sneak in and tap the hell out of what I’ve only clearly stated I was going to pursue.

I notice that Bay doesn’t answer him, and I direct my focus back to her, shoving back my animosity toward the situation.

He and I, we’ll talk about it later.

“I don’t give a fuck about whatever else you got going on with anyone else,” I assert simply. “You give me your time, and?—”

“You must want to die, Stanton.”

Maybe.

My brain immediately recognizes the peril that is Levi Wallace’s voice because, even though we’re on two separate sides of the fence, the fella’s kinda a shoot first, ask question later guy.

Cairo already has his hand on his hip, ready to pull out his pistol in case Levi decides to break the mutual rule of thumb that East Riverside is a neutral zone. No bullshit happens here between us.

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