Page 197 of Falling in Reverse

“Bay Astor stays off-limits to the lot of you until I say otherwise,” Pops declares. “I don’t want to shake up anything else in South Shore right now.”

Well, that rule is already broken, thanks to Torin.

“She’s runnin’ dope through The Landings,” I inform him. “And we don’t ever let that shit fly. That’s been the rule and Wallace knows that. Plus, we’re babysitting The Void to pull the Forsaken Crew deeper into Wharf Bay. She gets caught, she’s fucked.”

“I have no jurisdiction over Levi Wallace or South Shore,” Pops replies. “Roger has been very clear about that before he had his stroke. And Levi is extremely bitter over us working with Matteo De Leon.”

“We don’t work with Matteo,” Reeve argues. “We all fuckin’ hate him.”

“But Emilio is thinking about it,” I vouch, rubbing my fingers together. “And we look like a bunch of two-timing assholes.”

“Work your charm to get information, then,” Pops says.

“For how long?” Reeve asks, his mouth full again, and I don’t know how because his plate is empty; however, I wouldn’t be surprised if he loaded the pockets of his sweatshirt with breadsticks.

“For as long as it takes.” Pops glances over at me. “You stay out of it. We can’t lose Vivian. Muncy is going to lose his shit when we pull from Emilio, and you know what that means. Tack on that you broke his daughter’s heart, and you’ve already started your reign with two enemies on the side of the law.”

Irritation burns red hot in my veins, because we wouldn’t want to break the bitch’s pride or anything. “Got it. Anything else?”

“Just keep doing what you’re doing, keep me updated on Emilio if he’s trying to make any moves on South Shore. And remember, if we want a place to stay Levi Wallace holds the key. I don’t want him to remember too many things that have your boys' names written all over it.”

Torin steals a glance at me, and I already know the story of him getting caught the other day in Bay’s garage.

He’s officially taken the spot of being worse than Reeve.

“Might be a little hard. He’s not gonna like us around Bay,” Torin growls out. “Dude has a boner for—” A loud explosion rattles the house and the windows from outside, followed by a second that’s equally as loud. Reeve is already sprinting to the source, with Torin and I on his heels.

Outside of Pops’s study, Mom and my sisters are yelling and shook by the veracious sound of violence because that’s what it is. No one would dare come to Lorenzo Black’s house and start shit.

Except for one person.

And that one person is currently taking bullets to the side of his navy-blue Chevy truck like it’s nothing.

Levi Wallace sits behind Torin’s black Benz that’s currently in a heap of flames, and I can feel his glower from yards away. How the fuck he got a pipe bomb or some other explosive under, in or on Torin’s ride without someone seeing it is beyond me.

Except when I see two dudes lying near the now burning vehicle.

I shove open the window to Pop’s study and yell out to the men running down the long driveway, too busy wanting to spill blood. “Get the dudes by the fuckin’ car!”

However, Levi doesn’t move. Not until Pops magically shows up behind us in the doorway of his house.

“I guess Levi Wallace wanted to make a point,” Pops says, almost musing as if he’s impressed with the motherfucker.

“And you said we couldn’t kill him?” Torin snarls out. “Because I have a feeling he knows what’s happening.”

Pops lays a hand on his shoulder. “If I asked, he’d deny it.”

Torin takes a step out of my father’s comforting gesture, his hands balled into fists. “I’m going to find out for sure.”

“Just don’t get yourself killed. You’re Emilio Wildes’s son and my protection only goes so far with Wallace.”

“Stepkid. And I have no other loyalties but to my brothers…and that’s it.”

FIFTY

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They think they're slick when they’re really not.

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