Page 24 of Falling in Reverse

“You’re not a friend,” she leers, not moving an inch, which means she’s allegedly getting ready to press on that trigger if I make one sudden move forward. “Now, get out.”

I’m a little disappointed that my reputation hasn’t reached her yet.

I mean, I’m not Al Capone by any means. However, I am trepidation walking around in these streets.

I just waltzed my ass into Levi Wallace’s sinkhole for fuck’s sake to be the second person to steal my brother’s guns tonight. Though, I can’t say that Wallace probably talks about me on a daily. There’s definitely no love there.

“I don’t follow orders from girls with guns,” I retort simply. “Plus, baby, you better not miss if you do decide to yank on that trigger.”

“You don’t make the fuckin’ rules when you’re in my town, Pretty Boy. You let me go the other night. Now, I’m extending the same offer without blowing your dick off in the process.”

My lips curl into a shitty smirk. “You know, as well as I do, that if you harm a hair on my head, Wildfire, that you cause a war.”

“Then you’re a stupid ass because there are many things I can do with you that’ll gain me some movement against The Landings.”

“Such as?”

There’s plenty of shit South Shore could do to me that might make them believe they’ll gain an upper hand, but I don’t have faith that my father is going to go out of his way to save me.

He does have another son, after all.

“Why don’t you fuck around and find out?” she shoots back but, little does she know, I already am.

Because rising up behind her is my boy, Cairo, and he’s hella pissed for the other night when she cold-clocked him in the side of the head.

“Baby, you don’t want to be a casualty of the shit that your boyfriend is doing. I can guarantee you won’t like the end result.”

“You sure do like to talk, don’t you?”

Not particularly, but I’m buying Cairo some time as he edges closer, careful not to make too much movement against the metal ceiling of this shipping container for her to notice.

“Drop the gun, Bay.”

“Fuck you, Torin.”

She’s seriously starting to piss me off that she still has that 9mm directed at me. I was trying to give her some leeway and that she got smarter over the years. I’m the fucking mayhem that keeps South Shore on its toes at all times.

And I like that.

“Last chance,” I warn. “Because when the tables are turned, you’re not getting away from me again.”

She scoffs haughtily, and that’s when Cairo lunges for the gun, pulling it off me first before it actually fires in the air.

She was going to fucking shoot me.

With a few movements, my best friend gets the weapon out of her hand, and that’s when I think she’s going to get up, and start double-backing in talks of getting out of this.

Instead, she spins on her ass, directing her heels toward Cairo, and thrusts one into his nuts.

Immediately, he almost goes down to his knees, cowering a bit, but he’s quick to right himself. The barrel of her weapon quickly aimed at her chest and, if she wasn’t a person of my interest right now, he may have already yanked on it.

She was going to fucking shoot me.

Fuck, she’s going to be trouble.

Travis remains faithfully at her side, white as a sheet under the moonlight casting the perfect lighting for this shitshow. His loyalty is unparalleled when he has nothing to offer.

I should let Travis go.

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