Page 213 of Falling in Reverse

“Go sit the fuck down until I figure out what I’m going to do with you,” he leers the moment my attention locates two guys in the back of my ice cream, lifting the bags of my delivery. My money. Prior to me being able to take one step to stop them, Reeve shows up in my line of sight again.

He’s angry.

So freaking pissed.

A vein in his temple ticks and that easy-going facade that he’s always wearing is so far from gone that I’m not quite sure what to do with it, where he put it, or how to handle this.

“You knew exactly what you were doing,” he grounds out, his jaw so tight I’m afraid it might break. “You were caught before and you’re still pullin’ the same bullshit. How many fucking times did I have to tell you? Was there a magic number that I needed to get to?”

“I—”

“You wanna let me take her?” A man shows up to his side then, littered with piercings on his face and a deep, nasty scar running from his bottom lip to his chin. “I’ll get that mouth to stop running.”

Reeve stretches his jaw, but he doesn’t acknowledge his crew member’s nauseating question. Instead, he keeps his hazel eyes locked firmly on mine and when I don’t utter a word he asks, “You wanna go with him?”

My brows clash angrily together that he’d even ask me that. “I want you to let me go.”

“Go?” His crew member repeats then nudges Reeve as if I’m joking. “We picked up a funny one, eh, boss?”

Reeve doesn’t respond, only bores daggers into my face as if he’s about to strangle me to death.

He wouldn’t hurt me.

At least, he didn’t peg me for someone who would.

However, I’ve been misjudging a lot of things lately and Reeve would definitely be disappointing if I have to fight for my life here with him.

“How ’bout we take her around the alley,” another deeper voice vouches. “I got?—”

“Shut up,” Reeve snaps, not bothering to give them a passing glance. “Load the shit up and keep your fucking mouths closed.”

He reaches out for me then, but I recoil back. I’m not going with him anywhere and he’s not about to make an example out of me.

“Make this easier for yourself, Bay,” he grounds out, closing the distance between the two of us and blocking off my view of the men behind him. “Don’t do what you normally do.”

“And what’s that exactly?” I’m panting from the adrenaline jump-starting in my body, and I can’t get it to slow down so I can focus and think.

“Start your shit.”

“You hit my truck.” He averts his hella pissed gaze as if he can’t look at me and the situation together. “I need a doctor to?—”

“We both know you’re not gonna go to a fucking doctor. You can barely pay the bills at home.”

It’s the way he says it like it’s my fault we’re in this predicament.

I mean, it depends on which angle you’re looking from. Except, I would’ve rather gone with Torin and Cairo’s way than what Reeve just had done to me.

“What now?” I mutter. “You’re putting me deeper into debt here, Reevie?”

“Don’t call me that.” My eyes mindlessly fall down the length of his body, and I stop at his hip, where a gun resides holstered. “You gonna make a run for my gun next?”

“No—” He seizes hold of it and surprises the hell out of me when it shows up shoved underneath my chin.

My fingers flex to keep my cool. Everything in my life rushes through my head at warped speed. I can’t be another dead body on the street. I told Levi I had this and I obviously don’t.

I underestimated Reeve, believing he might be the best person to manipulate, but he just drew a weapon on me.

Yeah, girl, you don’t have shit.

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