Page 182 of Falling in Reverse

“You met Torin, right?”

That joyous laugh hits my chest each time she blesses me with it, flicking a lighter and bringing the rolled weed to her lips. “Unfortunately, I have.”

“He’s not all that bad.” Not sure why I’m defending him because he can be. He is now.

Regardless, my loyalty to him is strong and unbreakable. No matter how much of an attitude problem he has.

The end of the joint illuminates into a red ember as she inhales. “Are you trying to convince me of that or yourself?”

“Maybe the both of us.”

She passes me the weed, and I pluck it between her fingers, only welcoming more of a distraction to tonight’s hopeless news. “How long have you known him?”

“I don’t remember a time that I didn’t know him,” I answer because Torin and I might argue a lot, but that prick has been at my side through everything.

And I mean every fucking thing.

“That long, eh?” I nod, inhale a deep hit from her stash, and I find myself immediately examining the quality.

It’s not bad.

“I’m glad you came.” My eyes slide over to her, only making out the outline of her body.

“Got Levi Wallace on speed dial?”

“Always.”

I smile as I hand back over her joint, enjoying how straight up she is with me.

No girl I’ve ever been around—not that they’ve ever lasted long—has told me something I didn’t want to hear.

I’m in South Shore, I’m not supposed to be present, and she has no problem reminding me of that.

“He good to you?” I ask her, genuinely curious about the answer because he’s a lucky son of a bitch if her statement is true that she’s with him.

And if she is, then I may have been right when I’ve arrived at the thought that she may, indeed, be dating South Shore’s king.

“He’s very good to me.”

It’s at the tip of my tongue to ask her why she fucked Torin then, but I don’t want to fight.

I also don’t want to think about it either.

He’s a complete dickhead and I get the appeal to women. Who doesn’t love a bad boy?

Yet, I’m intrigued about why she allowed him such liberties, if she does at all.

“You want to know why I messed around with him, don’t you?”

I push my cheek out with my tongue. “Not particularly. I’m afraid it’s going to have the answers of South Shore and The Landings in it and I’m tired of those two places in one sentence.”

“Where are you from?”

“Newport. My father was one of the Titan seats a long time ago before…” She bobs her head after a brief second, already catching on to what I’m saying. Before Penn Northcott was put away with a life sentence of drug charges, murder, conspiracy, and some other shit.

“Were you close with him?”

“Yeah.” She hands me back the blunt. “Disappeared when I was thirteen.”

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