Page 192 of Falling in Reverse

Still a motherfucking problem.

Just like his dad.

And he underestimated me as much as I did him.

That man is trouble, and I have a hard-on for shit I shouldn’t be doing.

FORTY-EIGHT

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Levi strides heatedly in my direction, his narrowed eyes dark and pissed, matching this entire afternoon of what was just supposed to be hangin’ out with Dad and listening to tunes to Torin showing up and kissing me into a brain coma.

“Thought I got some bad weed.” He practically foams at the mouth. “I mean…that would only make fucking sense since I saw you kissing Torin Wildes like he was your fucking boyfriend.”

Oh, I can’t do this.

Levi is going to go on a rampage when he finds out I’m Emilio’s daughter. He’s going to go on a full homicide mission to make sure that I’m not harmed by the boys from the Forsaken Crew.

Then Emilio’s next.

Then possibly me.

“What aren’t you telling me? There’s something…I can feel it. You haven’t been acting right.”

“I’m fine,” I retort, and I can’t hide the nervousness in my tone.

This is going to kill him.

He’s never going to trust me. He’s going to think I’m two-timing him, and I’m going to lose him forever.

“He just came over here talkin’ shit about runnin’ through his town and then he kissed me.”

Levi’s brows raise, not buying into that shit. “He just kissed you.”

The lie I’m carrying is the heaviest shit I’ve ever had to hold in my life, and I’m afraid of the aftermath on both sides.

I can’t stop Levi from slaughtering a whole gang and not getting Sheriff Muncy all over his ass. He’ll go away for life and then what?

It’s not going to happen.

It can’t.

Even though I have my hands full with Emilio, his bullshit relationship that he wants to have with me, and the boys thinking I want their kingdom, I can’t watch Levi too.

I just don’t have that much energy and he’s more important.

“He’s a stupid prick, Lev,” I state honestly with a shrug. “He probably thinks I’m going to fall at his feet for an easy fuck.”

I mean, I’m not wrong.

Levi averts his green irises then, not happy at all at where we’re standing with what he just caught me doing.

He also doesn’t believe me.

That’s the problem with knowing someone for too long.

“Do you have anything small for me to do?” I press. “I need to pay some more on the mortgage.”

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