Page 195 of Falling in Reverse

Plus, he dropped out of college his freshman year and still hasn’t mentioned it to Ma yet.

“I don’t play anymore, Miss Black. I’ve been focusing on other pursuits.”

“Already screwed half the cheerleading team, huh, Wildes?” Luisa asks over her wine glass.

“Luisa,” Mamma chides. “You’re a lady.”

My sister laughs, because she speaks worse than Torin and Reeve combined. She actually reminds me a lot of Bay in a way with the way her mouth likes to push people’s buttons and moods.

Torin doesn’t answer my sister, always respectful when Mamma’s around, but he gives her a wink, which makes her chuckle with a slight shake of her head.

Pops rises from his chair, prompting us to follow him and Reeve takes his plate and fork with him as we excuse ourselves from the table.

“Dessert is in ten minutes, Lorenzo,” Mamma conveys. “The boys?—”

“We’ll be back in nine, Avena,” Pops calls out from down the hall toward his office.

Inside, we all take our normal seats—Reeve on the couch, sprawled out like a cat with his feet lounged over the whole damn thing. And Torin and I take the leather seats respectfully in front of Pops’s desk as he sits behind it.

“You boys doing alright in The Landings?” Pops asks. “I heard that abomination is back.”

Torin bobs his head, acquainted with the nickname that my father gives his older brother, Ramsey. “He’s back, working closely with Emilio on their new little crew of gangbangers.”

“The Void,” I fill in. “A bunch of assholes from the West Coast who only know how to do drive-bys and steal product.”

Pops clicks a pen annoyingly against the bottom of his thumb. “Any word on why he’s building another crew when he already has one?”

“I think Emilio thinks with two gangs, he has a better shot at South Shore,” Torin replies. “That…” He steals a quick look at me. “And I think he sees how loyal the men are to us three.”

“Good.” Pops bobs his head in satisfaction. “We’ll obviously need that. This leads me to my next point…Bay Astor.”

My next exhale freezes in my lungs, and I know Torin’s and Reeve’s bodies did something similar because the tension in the room is immediate.

It’s not a conversation any of us have been able to agree on.

“What about her?” I prod calmly. “Besides that, she’s becoming a problem.”

“How?”

“Stole our guns and she’s… Emilio’s daughter.”

Pops’s brow quirks, but he doesn’t look the least surprised at the last bit. “She’s trying to do what now?”

“Didn’t you hear the last thing I said?”

He nods. “I did, and I already knew that.”

Wait…the fuck?

“What do you mean?” I press. “Why wouldn’t you say anything about Emilio having a fucking daughter? That’s shit we could’ve stopped.”

“You were going to stop Emilio from searching for a daughter you weren’t supposed to know about?” Pops asks calmly with a lifted brow.

“Still would’ve been nice to know since my Titan seat is in the balance,” Torin grinds out.

Pops still appears undisturbed. “She won’t take the seat.”

Okay, I’m confused.

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