Page 206 of Falling in Reverse

I chuckle. “I’m the best thing you’ve ever had.”

Levi reaches out and wraps an arm around my shoulder to pull me into his body. “I could never deny that, Astor.”

FIFTY-TWO

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I said I’d never be that overly protective sister who never trusted hers unless they gave me a reason not to.

However, like an absolute asshole, I’m sitting a few rows back from my sister, Ellie, and Peter, while they watch some awful action movie that I know my sister did not pick out. Her realm is romance movies and comedies, and the last thing she gives a shit about are guns and action sequences.

She didn’t get that from me, and I can’t say I’m not happy about it.

Glancing down at my cell, I power on the screen and see nothing lying on the other side of it. Levi won’t answer my lame text messages, which only hints that he’s doing something I’m not going to give the green light on. I could ask Juice, but he’s coyly denying the accusations and Hot Rod will probably jump on the Levi bus and bitch at me for getting close to a Forsaken Crew anything.

Dad has been—for once—listening and doing his physical therapy as well as occupational and the girls have been great. Good grades, no bullshit at school, not too picky with what we have for dinner.

On the home front, things are calm.

With everything else, I feel as though something’s about to happen that I’m going to feel the wrath from.

It’s too quiet.

Eerily so, that I can’t allow my sister to go on a date by herself because of the evils that seem to be lurking at every turn.

I’m officially anxious and overly suspicious.

Powering down my phone, two bodies suddenly sit on either side of me at the same exact moment, causing an unsettling chill and jolt to perform from my body.

My neck snaps to my left as the huge screen ahead of me illuminating one of my problems.

Pretty Boy.

“I didn’t think of you as someone who sat alone at movie theatres,” he mutters, looking at the screen as if I invited him here. “Is this where you do all your planning?”

“What?” A large palm falls to my upper thigh, taking possession of my focus at my right and why should I be surprised? “Reeve.”

“McQueen. Long time, no see.”

Yep.

I’d be a straight-up lying bitch if I said I was not thinking of Reeve finger-fucking me in those woods the other night.

“Baby, I told you I wanted those smiles. Are you not happy to see me?”

“How about I invite you next time?” I counter through my tightening jaw. “Seems like the normal thing to do.”

“Since when are you and I normal?” He quirks a brow, those hazels studying my face for something. “I would’ve taken you to see a movie.”

My other thigh is gripped, but harder than Reeve’s, and there’s the difference right there.

The aggressor and the lover; two different entities with the same agenda.

“You know this doesn’t have to be so ugly, right, Wildfire?” he mutters just above a whisper. “Just give me your loyalty, and I’ll consider it semi-truthful that you’re not going to fuck me over the first chance you get.”

“With what, my cunt?” I steer my regard to Torin and his own delusions. “You just want a free ticket to fuck me whenever you want.”

My long hair is pulled away from my neck and dropped to my back by Reeve. “In that case, I’m being well undercompensating,” Reever croons into my ear. “Nod if you like him better than me, McQueen, I won’t tell a soul.”

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