Page 198 of Falling in Reverse

Driving around in tinted-out black SUVs and traveling together like the President of the United States through a street filled with abandoned buildings is bound to gain the attention of anyone looking or slightly giving half a shit.

I only saw them when I was about to break through another threshold of trees, another night run with no dope this time, only getting down a new route that would safely take me through The Landings without getting caught.

It’s been a pain in the ass, though.

On a dirt bike, I can only carry so much and, lately, the assignments that Levi has been handing out have been shit. He’s scared of another close run with anyone associated with our enemy and that’s why I’ve been getting the baby stuff.

But when I saw the two vehicles traveling down Sandbar Street—call me intrigued.

The moment the two SUVs turn the corner, I take the alleys, treading in between metal garbage bins and the dark shadows of the buildings.

The moon is fully lit tonight, helping to guide me through as I keep glancing through the spaces of the structures to make sure they haven’t turned off.

When they make a left on Marina Parkway, I know exactly where they’re going—Peer Pressured Pier.

We arrive five minutes later at the massive cliff overlooking the ocean. Kick-standing my bike, I hunch down and get closer to the edge of the trees, bringing my phone to the ground so I can adjust the brightness of the screen behind the foliage so it’s not a dead giveaway that I’m present.

Cairo comes out of the SUV first from the driver’s seat. His tall and lean built, giving him away even though he’s all in black. His hair, I’m sure his dead eyes and the authority he ejects is a dead giveaway that it’s him.

The rest of the doors open right after, exhibiting Torin and a guy with his hands tied or cuffed sliding out from the backseat of the first car that I don’t recognize.

Reeve appears next in the second with a girl clinging to his side, giggling obnoxiously with an arm wrapped around his waist. Her long blonde hair sways from side to side against the moonlight as they join the others.

I’m instantly pissed.

All this talk about getting married and how I’m pretty much all he sees is a bunch of bullshit like I suspected. He just wants to mark me in his diary about how he fucked me and moved on.

I barely notice the two additional men dressed in black who accompany them a distance back, patiently waiting aside for the three leaders of the Forsaken Crew to give orders, if any.

Torin steps in front of the man who’s restrained, and since I’m yards away, I can’t hear a thing. All I can do is videotape any unlawful wrongdoings and hope it holds up somewhere if I ever decide to use it.

Cairo drapes his arm around the bound man’s shoulders and walks him closer to the edge of the cliff while the rest follow.

The woman at Reeve’s side rises on her tiptoes, demanding his attention when her lips press needily into his.

The surfer boy with the easy smile and pretty hazel eyes that surface from my memory cups the back of her head and gives back what she’s giving him.

I actually see her cup his dick through his fitted jeans and their mini-makeout session amps up within seconds. I can only imagine their teeth crashing together and her girly moans filling his mouth.

If the circumstances were different, I’d throw her over the ledge. However, I’ve been reminding myself about Reeve specifically and not to fall within his brand of fuckboy shit.

Clenching my fingers tighter around my cell, I notice Torin raise his arm, and at the end of it is the outline of a handgun pointed at his obvious victim.

He’s not.

In front of a girl who’s not part of their crew?

I mean, would they risk something like that? Maybe she’s loyal as fuck to them and they don’t have any worries with her ratting them out. Who the fuck am I?

A gunshot rings through the air, causing me to jolt and their target to stumble back a bit, but not go over the edge.

And that’s when Cairo finishes it off, putting four more shots into the man’s chest before he careens backward and disappears over the overhang.

A violent shiver racks my body because I fuck with these guys.

I run my mouth, I don’t follow their orders, nor do I take their threats either. I push their boundaries and look them in the eyes when they pass on another warning that I need to watch that divided line or suffer the consequences.

I have.

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