Page 153 of Falling in Reverse

The three guys I spotted are shoving their way through the horde of bodies. They’re scouting, and Cairo is a sitting duck with only two hands and not enough strength.

He knocks the guy in front of him to the ground, muscles strained in a loose white tee, then kicks his heel into his opponent's face, knocking him out cold. Dark pools of eyes promptly slice up to me as if he can sense me coming a mile away, but I don’t stop to wait for words to leave his mouth.

Instead, I shove my hand between his body and bicep and hurl him forward. I could get us possibly to my car, but I don’t know where all Matteo’s men are and most of them know me. They see me with anyone from the Forsaken Crew and I’m a target. Matteo would never stand me allegedly dating or fucking someone from a gang when I’ve made myself clear that I’m not gonna date a gangbanger with a bad attitude and no respect.

I blew that promise.

“What are you doing?” Cairo carps out unappreciatively, still following me as I guide us out and hopefully out of this mess.

Wouldn’t expect anything less, to be honest.

I don’t answer as we get around a group of girls recording the fights taking place with their phones. And that’s when Cairo steps in front of me, causing me to slam right into him.

“Dude—”

“I asked you a fucking question,” he leers as I raise my chin to peer up at him. All those dark features and he still doesn’t scare me.

“Getting you out of here. Now?—”

“Why the hell would I trust you?”

I tsk. “You wanna go back?” I jerk my thumb behind me. “I spotted five of Matteo’s guys, which means there are more. So, shut your big-ass mouth, and move.”

I round his broad frame and don’t give a shit if he follows me or not. I did my part—I attempted. He wants to become part of the ground, so be it, I tried when he doesn’t deserve it anyway.

I break out in a jog, looking for Ellie, Levi, and Travis when I feel Cairo following me. The farther we can get away, the better for both of us. We get another few yards when Cairo gets a hold of me by my wrist and steers me to a black Audi.

“Get in,” he orders, letting me go to stride over to the passenger side.

“Can’t.”

He stops and slowly refocuses on me. “The fuck not?”

I jerk my head to the car. “Go ahead. I’ll be fine. I gotta go find my sister—” He pivots and marches up to me like he’s about to throw me over his shoulder and carry me.

“Get in the car, Bay.”

“Fuck you.” I take three large steps away from him. “I need?—”

He continues stalking me. “If Levi is any good at what he does, she’s fine.”

“And I’m supposed to just take your word—dude, just go.” He’s on me within the next second, doing exactly what I said he was going to do.

He bends over, shoves his shoulder into my stomach, and lifts me right over it. I’m in the air and on my way back to his car when I slam my fists into his spine.

“I said I have to go look for?—”

“Shut up,” he growls out, his large hand squeezing my thigh in his endeavor to keep me still. “You fuckin’ brat.”

“Fuck you, asshole.”

A gunshot rings out, slicing into my temper tantrum and breathing pattern. With my fingers mindlessly clutching onto the back of Cairo’s shirt, I glimpse up and behind my captor just to find the worst possible motherfucker who could ever be standing there.

Matteo De Leon.

THIRTY-NINE

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