Page 191 of Falling in Reverse

“Your gun doesn’t mean shit when I got one on your girl, Wallace,” Torin replies flatly, and, fuck me, I forgot it was there. He just kissed me stupid.

“Bay,” Levi mutters as I flick my gaze over Torin’s shoulder to see him matching Torin’s pissed-off expression with one that’s much more heated and dark. “Where?”

I exhale, trying to find my voice that got shoved somewhere else than my throat. “Hip.”

“How lucky are you feelin’ today, Wildes? Because I got shit to pick with you that I’m having a hard time shoving back right now.”

“Lev, Dad,” I alert him, because I’m just as much of an idiot to have forgotten for the last few seconds or minutes that he was around.

My best friend shakes his head at me. “He’ll be fine.”

“You’re not going to shoot someone when my dad is here,” I leer through a low tone. “Neither of you. I will castrate both of your dicks.”

“Tell your boy to back off then, Wildfire,” Torin replies simply. “I’ll walk out of here and?—”

“You’re not gonna walk out of shit,” Levi snaps, shoving Torin forward a tad. “Actually, maybe I should make it so you don’t walk again at all.”

The man in front of me, the one who decided coming to South Shore today would be a good idea, reaches up and runs his thumb down my lower lip. “I say we deserve a redo, what do you say?”

My brows snap together because he’s a little too damn cocky for his own damn good. “Tor?—”

“I’m gonna kill you, motherfuck?—”

“Levi Wallace,” I whisper-yell over Elton John singing “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.” “Seriously, stop. I know Dad saw you walk up. Go say hello to him and Torin will leave.”

Levi bores daggers at me, but he can’t deny that what I’m saying is right. And if he doesn’t hurry his ass up, it’s gonna look weird.

“You heard the pretty—” I punch Torin in the gut on instinct, surprised that the gun doesn’t go off due to my stupidity.

Not only did he welcome himself here, but Levi caught him.

Which means I have to explain every fucking thing now including him while my best friend is super pissed.

“Go, Lev.” I hit him with an exasperated and pleading look before I see something in his face soften a tad.

“I’m going to go say hi, which means Wildes has that amount of time to get the fuck out of here or I’m putting a bullet between his eyes. If he shoots you, I’m going to do so much worse.”

“He won’t.” Torin’s brow quirks as I speak for him when Levi does what I ask, rounding our bodies to go talk to Dad and buy the Prince of The Landings a minute to leave.

“What makes you think I wouldn’t shoot you?” Torin asks me like a moron.

“Get out of here, dumbass. I just saved your life.”

“Answer the question.”

“You wanted a redo, right?” I huff, because it’s the only thing I can think of right now. “Now, go.”

Torin smiles like he just didn’t have a gun to his spine. “Stop runnin’ dope through The Landings. They’re amping up on the street security. I don’t want to be the one who catches you again.”

“I’m not running anything illegal, remember?”

“Yeah.” He still doesn’t sound convinced. “I’ll believe that when I stop hearing about the girl who does the most in South Shore. Didn’t you know you had a name floating around through the mouths of gangsters?”

“Your bluff sucks as much as I do.”

“I’ll show you next time.” He winks at me, stepping away before pointing an index finger at my face. “Remember what I said.”

He yells out goodbye to my dad to piss Levi off more, walking down the length of my car when he promptly jumps into his truck.

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