Page 17 of Falling in Reverse

Two Wildes boys in a row. I mean, if I had any good luck, it might just kill me. And not only am I extremely privy to Torin, I’ve only heard of Ramsey and how he’s cutthroat, merciless, and a fuckwad.

Ramsey takes a step forward, attempting to use my current position and his name to his advantage. “You are gonna tell me where my shit is, girl.”

“I’m not a fucking girl,” I leer back through his disrespect. “I’m not twelve, dude.”

“With the decision you just made, a woman wouldn’t have been so stupid as to steal a truck with thousands of dollars of guns in the back.”

“Damn…and I thought it was candy.”

A ghost of a smirk plays along his face before he’s giving a curt nod, and the back of a rifle is slammed into my spine.

My knees almost buckle as immediate pain welcomes and warns me to keep my big mouth shut for once in my damn life.

He doesn’t seem like a guy who’s going to allow me to walk home, especially since I just got done stealing his shit. Add in that he’s Emilio Wildes’s son, and I might be begging for my life by the end of the night.

The familiar click—that famous sound of danger—of a gun lodging a bullet into place ping pongs between me and Ramsey Wildes and it’s come to this.

Me versus the eldest heir of the prick who terrorizes my city.

With the few things I’ve heard about Ramsey Wildes, I’m still not adequate enough to know his next move. So I better just shut the fuck up here. The blow to my now aching spine is another wave of caution that he’d have a female hit without a problem to get what he wants.

Mind you, I’ve taken worse in my life, been jumped by a group of girls in high school, and had my fair share of rumbles, received Matteo’s fists a time or three hundred, but not a showdown.

Guess I’m about to have one now.

Slicing my gaze up to Ramsey, the glinting silver cylinder of his is marked on me—his new target.

“Gonna need some specifics now,” he vouches calmly. “Where is the truck going?”

Reaching behind me, he doesn’t move. No one does.

I’m just a girl after all.

Loading Levi’s gun with a bullet in the chamber, I raise it and point. I expect to be shot on the spot because I’m not going to get tortured for this shit.

Dad, Ellie, and Mae need you, dumbass.

Either way—gun directed or not—I’m not leaving here without having my ass handed to me. He’s either going to have me shot here and now, and if he does, I’m taking him with me.

Unless it’s a headshot, then I’m fucked.

“You’re more than you look,” Ramsey muses, his men aiming their semi-automatics at me. “Lower your shit,” he barks out then. “She shoots me, I deserve it for not blowing her head off the moment she stepped out of the car.”

“Sweetest shit anyone has ever said to me.”

He smiles again, and it’s not an easy one this time but sinister with fucked-up thoughts behind it. It’s only a second later that I hear dirt bikes ricocheting off the trees to my right.

The boys are back, and Ramsey Wildes is gonna be in trouble, hey, na, hey, na, my best friend’s back.

“So, how are we doing this?” I press, buying his sole attention and not the unmistakable whine of what’s to come.

“Depends,” Ramsey replies flatly, not appearing to give any thought to what’s coming through the silence of the night surrounding us. “Give me what I need, or do you want me to make a pretty little hole with my gun that I can fuck later?”

Ew.

Okay, so he’s the fucking freak, not me.

“What if I told you I don’t know?” I offer. “I was just the getaway car.”

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