Page 148 of Falling in Reverse

“What?”

I jerk my head to Reeve and sign, “He wants to know why you’re staring at her like you’re jealous.”

Torin rolls his eyes, clearly upset about the shit. “I’m not. I just know we’re coming up to some shit we don’t have time for.”

I look back over at Reeve. “He’s pissed that fucking her didn’t stop her from planning a counteract.”

Torin forcefully punches me in the bicep while Reeve’s nose wrinkles in disgust.

Since we keep our ASL fluent—since Torin’s been fully deaf in his left ear since he was a kid—Emilio has treated him differently because of his disability. Torin has been sensitive about it, and his nanny as a kid learned and taught him sign language to communicate when he’d shut down. Sometimes, he goes back there, signing when he’s too pissed to speak or when he can’t hear what someone is saying. Instead of asking them to repeat it, we’ll sign for him.

And Reeve and I are the only ones who know his secret besides Ramsey and Emilio.

Slapping a twenty into Reeve’s still outstretched palm, he doesn’t move, too interested in whatever’s going on in his head.

“She’s more trouble than I thought she’d be,” Torin sneers through his teeth. “Something just…it doesn’t feel right.”

“Doesn’t mean she’s up to something,” Reeve offers up. “She didn’t ask to be related to Emilio. There’s a reason why Roger Astor took off with her.”

“I mean…” I look between the two of them. “That shit is obvious.”

“Are you stupid?” Torin snaps, glimpsing around me to look at Reeve. “Stop letting your dick keep talking for you. She’s beautiful as fuck, we all see that. Still doesn’t mean shit when we’re trying to make moves.”

“Might be helpful. She takes out Emilio, we’re all free.”

“Just for Ramsey to possibly step right up.”

Torin has a point. Ramsey is yet another issue we’re dealing with. And if he steps up, we’re worse off than we are now.

However, Emilio would never allow his oldest son to fuck with us like he wants to.

“Then we should get closer to her to find out what she’s doing,” Reeve says. “She hates your guts, Torin. So fucking her again isn’t going to be in the cards for you, homie.”

“And stalking her at her little race here isn’t going to win you brownie points, is it, Reevie.”

“You want me to fuck you up now or later?” Reeve signs it just to be a dickhead, even though his voice is loud and clear to which Torin steps in front of me to face our best friend head-on.

“Chill,” I order, thankfully still standing in between them. “You both weak-minded fucks won’t have to worry about her screwing up plans because you’ll just kill each other over shit we don’t know yet.”

“Well, you’re out,” Reeve bristles. “You’re the one she thinks tried to kill her.”

“I’m not an option,” I sneer. “Vivian will have a full-on fuckin’ bitch fit.”

Reeve and Torin both grumble under their breath because they hate the idea that I just won’t make her disappear and be done with this whole fucking stalking thing.

“How about we plan on offing Vivian after my honeymoon to Bay?” Reeve mutters the moment Bay bends over, checking the air pressure of her tire, but she bends over.

My answer of no doesn’t leave my lips for obvious reasons, and I clench my teeth. This chick is going to be the breakup of all of us if we don’t stop imagining her on her knees.

“What are you talking about?” I finally ask.

“After I marry McQueen.”

Torin steps around me and in line with Reeve. “You’re not marrying shit.”

Bay rises and high-fives Levi Wallace at her side, and I study him closer.

“We sure your pops is right about all this shit?” Torin asks me. “I know we want South Shore, but those two hate us. We don’t like them?—”

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