Page 214 of Falling in Reverse

“It’s either I let them have you,” Reeve says coolly. “Or me.”

“You beat me up?” I try to sound confident, but it falls short. It only takes one squeeze of that trigger and I’m a goner. My family is screwed. “Don’t get it twisted, Reeve.”

“Nah, baby, I mean you’re either on your knees or bent over the hood of one of these cars.”

“What?” I hiss back, staring at him as though he’s lost his entire mind. Who the fuck is he runnin’ with?

“I can’t get checked out here. You understand?” His voice dips into a whisper, and I give him a curt nod because I do.

He has a role here, which eases back some of my anxiety about him being someone I couldn’t ever trust or be in the same room with without wanting to throat-punch him.

“I have to hit you.”

My brows link up. “Wh—” The back of his hand crashes into the side of my face so hard that it’s official that he can throw a solid hit if he ever needed to.

Nice to know.

My head snaps to the side on impact, and I feel the dull pain on the inside of my lip, from my teeth cutting the soft flesh there. The already throbbing pain in my head intensifies and my temples ache for aspirin.

“I’ll get your dope back,” Reeve utters as I allow my hand to run tenderly down the side of my face. “Give me a day.”

His fingers dig lightly underneath my bicep, and he yanks me forward toward the small group of his men pending his next command. Cocky smirks and wandering eyes greet me back. And I even see one dude adjust himself openly against the zipper of his jeans.

Reeve whips me around before slamming my spine into the back of a red Audi. I’d admire it, but kinda in a mess right now.

“You gonna fuck her in the middle of the street, Rev?” one of his cronies muses with so much excitement in his voice that you’d think he was going to Chuck E Cheese. “Rip her shirt so I can see those tits.”

My gut clenches and not in the I’m about to come just from those words kinda way. If Reeve does any of that, I’m gonna have his balls in a jar for the public to see.

“Look at me,” Reeve orders through a growl. “And keep your fucking hands to your sides.”

“Touch me, and I’ll kill you,” I warn, rocking my head side to side. “I’m so fucking serious.”

“You don’t walk out of here, McQueen. Not without a message being received.” He presses his chest into mine and twirls a piece of my long hair around his finger. “Follow my lead…I’m gonna try?—”

I shove him, only getting a foot of space between us. “Get off me!”

Whoops and hollers of enthusiasm answer me back and they prick at my nerves. They like the fighting aspect of this. The whole fact that I don’t want anyone to touch me since—you know—my body was kinda tossed around like popcorn in a bag.

Reeve glares at me. “I can’t, but I’m not gonna hurt you…too much.”

“What the fu—” The hammer of his gun clicks in warning and my curse word falls to the wayside.

He’s not fucking around. And I don’t know what he has to prove here, but he got the short end of the stick. Torin and Cairo could do or not do whatever they wanted.

Reeve has a posse of assholes and rapists.

“It’s me or them…” The barrel of the gun presses into my temple before he’s dropping his voice again. “Say you want it to be me. Please, Bay…give me permission.”

I clench my teeth together, because he can’t be…there’s no world that I’d let him shove anything in me in front of these fucking freaks. “You want me…to give you permission to rape me.”

He frowns, and I’m not gonna deny the fact that he looks just as unhappy to be here as I am. The gun disappears from my head before it’s shot, the rippling bang of it piercing my ears and making me cower back against the car.

“Say it.” He bends over my retreating frame and frantic heartbeat, hovering his mouth an inch over mine. “Tell me you want me instead of them, McQueen. Please.”

I open my mouth to tell him yes, but it’s not quick enough. A man with sandy brown hair and dark olive skin settles himself right next to us.

“How about a two-for-one?” he presses, licking his bottom lip and giving me a sure wink. “You can ride two dicks, can’t you, dope girl?”

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