Page 152 of Falling in Reverse

My focus glides across more people, and I’m praying to God Ellie, Levi, and Travis didn’t get too close to the back. I’ve already passed the starting line where Nessa would’ve still been and should’ve been close to the blast that’s still roaring over the heads of people.

I can just see Ellie and Travis freaking out right now, and it twists my gut just thinking of them. This, again, is not his scene and he came anyway while my sister wanted to hang out with me and spend the night together.

Stepping forward to continue my search, my world time-warped into the past when I see another burly dude launch himself at Reeve.

What in the fuck is happening here?

Though, stupid question, it’s Matteo. And with the current lesson that Levi told me about him trying to obtain a Titan seat, he’s going to do anything he can to get it.

And I mean anything.

I should’ve known before, with Tarzan comes Matteo and the rest of the gang.

Reeve expertly dodges the guy’s body, then hurls his elbow into the back of his head before gripping onto the back of his black t-shirt to land another hit.

Torin, on the other hand, is right by him, thrusting his forehead into someone else’s, taking a lesson right out of my book. And I’m taken back for a split second at the fact that Pretty Boy actually knows how to fight.

When his opponent throws a punch at Torin, I get a look at his face.

Mad Man.

This has nothing to do with Levi, or anyone else here, but everything to do with the Forsaken Crew.

“C’mon.” A soft hand wraps around mine and nails scrape softly against my skin. Nessa. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Ellie’s in there.” I can’t pry my eyes off Torin, who begins disappearing deeper into the crowd, and I know I’m officially freaking out because I can’t move.

“Shit.”

“Split up,” I order hastily, and I’m surprised I’m able to get the words out with the way my heart is crawling up my throat.

Nessa doesn’t wait for another word, taking off to my right as I veer left where I come in contact with Cairo throwing a fist into someone, the long strands of his hair getting into his eyes, but he doesn’t stop.

Why am I stopping at this asshole?

He can handle himself.

Nothing comes to mind other than because it’s the right thing to do?

Is it, though?

Without the three heads of the Forsaken Crew, it only helps South Shore. It only keeps them off my back, showing up at places like here and my house. It’ll alleviate so much crap in my life that leaving them to deal with their own mess would be the smart thing to do.

And that’s when I see three other guys under Matteo’s hand, alluding to that this is a planned ambush.

A means to an end.

And they’re strapped with baseball bats, which means they want it to hurt when they break bones instead of putting bullets into the boys’ heads.

I can’t live with that on my conscience.

I have way too much shit going on in my head right now and none of it included three dead bodies at my feet and more blood on my hands.

Plucking a beanie off some dude’s head who’s currently dodging a hit from someone else, I pull it over mine because the last thing I want out of all of this is Matteo or one of his fuckboys seeing me.

Beelining for Cairo, I shove my feelings for him aside and take the bigger road. Maybe this will hand over some good karma and get Emilio off my entire ass.

Probably not, but nice try.

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