Page 216 of Falling in Reverse

“What are you gonna do?” I hear the deep-seated tremor in her voice, the unknown of how far I’m gonna let this go.

It has to go all the way.

If I smack her on the wrist and tell her to get out of my sight, I’m going to get hell rained on me. We’ll lose the respect of these pricks as being a weak-ass gang who can get swayed by pretty lips and a nice ass.

Then we’ll have Emilio barking up our ass. However, not sure how he’d feel about raping his daughter in front of a bunch of his men, but he doesn’t run our ship anymore. He just sits with a crown on a Titan seat, and even though we’re pulling from Emilio, we still need to be feared. That we were here first if Emilio sikes The Void on us.

I’m no stranger to pain or constructed dread. The tattoos along my ribs, left arm, and thigh hide the horrors I’ve inflicted for what Greevy wanted so hard to point out.

I’m bisexual.

And my mama doesn’t like that I am.

My dad—fuck, rest his soul, the bastard prick wherever he is—obviously has no fucking idea what I am or who I grew up to be. And Bay Astor isn’t just any trespasser with contraband, but Emilio’s golden ticket to South Shore.

But there’s a line.

A clear example that has to be made, because I’m here to show this group of fucks how a real crew works. I have every eye that’s not near-sighted watching my every move.

And the last thing I want is for them to think she’s special in any way, shape, or form, because if they do, it just creates that hunger of touching something that doesn’t belong to them.

I’m not sure if Emilio has publicly told them about his prized daughter, and I’m hoping, for her sake, that he hasn’t. It just creates courage for one of them to move on her and try to ride higher up the ranks in Emilio’s favor—or so they’d think.

Taking a deep breath, I attempt to settle the wreck of nerves floating and crashing into each other. She’s gonna hate me after this and all the ideas I’ve had of things I wanted to do with her are about to alakazam the fuck out of here.

“I gotta either beat you, baby, or fuck you. And don’t get me wrong…” The tightly gripped gun in my hand rises and falls to her perfect set of lips that I’ve wanted to be wrapped around my cock for weeks now. “I really wanna fuck you.” Her eyes glisten with something I can’t read or subconsciously don’t want to. “Don’t fuckin’ move, got it?”

She bobs her head slowly, which I still don’t trust. The next thing I need is her poppin’ me in the balls and I’m surprised she hasn’t tried that yet.

Dialing Torin’s number, it rings three long times before he answers, “What’s up brother?”

“I got Bay Astor.”

He’s silent for a moment, causing me to clutch my phone harder. “Lemme guess…you found her rollin’ the streets with weed.”

“Yep.”

I hear him scoff, clearly not pleased with the answer. “And you got the fuckin’ Void with you, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck. I don’t want Emilio to find out that we went soft on her. He hasn’t told anyone about her yet.” Thank fuck. He’s silent for a moment before saying, “How good of an actor are you?”

“In what capacity?” I ask, staring back at Bay who’s looking up at me like I’m her only hope in the world.

Right now, I am.

“Put her on the phone.”

“That’s a problem.”

“Why?”

I can’t tell him outwardly that it’d give way to her being different. Who the fuck speaks to someone on the phone when they’ve wronged us?

No one.

“Dude, seriously?” I mutter, turning my head so the others can’t see how irritated I am. “I got them chompin’ at the bit over here for her.”

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