Page 26 of Falling in Reverse

“I wanna hear a yes come from those fuckable lips,” my best friend retorts with cold, dark eyes.

“Might want to answer him, Wildfire,” I press, stealing a glance at Travis, who’s rolling back and forth in sheer pain. “Your friend is bleeding out pretty bad.”

“Yes,” she blurts so quickly that I actually have to repeat it once in my head.

“Let’s go.” Cairo shoves her, but she only stumbles a step forward before stopping and stealing a glance at Travis. “Now.”

Bay steers her attention to me and it’s murderous. “You’re going to be the first one I watch die.”

Reaching her within a second, I wrap my hand around her bicep to follow suit. “And who do you think is going to die if those guns aren’t delivered back to me?”

“You wanna cause a war now?”

“Wallace knows that fighting over a woman isn’t worth it.”

“I’m more than that,” she leers, and the temperature in my blood spikes to boiling.

“Oh, I bet you are,” I grind out, yanking her forward, toward the edge of the shipping container.

And I didn’t need the friendly reminder either.

Her elbow suddenly rams into my gut before Bay is sprinting toward the other end of the shipping container. Cairo fires off a shot, but not in her direction; however, it doesn’t stop Bay from falling to her ass.

And then she’s gone, disappearing over the edge.

Like I said, too much fucking trouble.

My best friend and I immediately follow, and we’re on the ground within seconds.

“Split up,” I order, starting North for any sign of her. The sound of gunshots is a distant memory, but some are still going off. Wallace’s men are holding their own against the dozen I brought with me tonight.

Lucky bastard.

Sprinting forward, I glance down each aisle of shipping containers, knowing she can’t be that far. The little escape artist is getting on my last fucking nerve right now, and I’m not sure what I’m going to do with her when I catch her, but I’m definitely going to make a point.

Except she does first.

When a fucking two-by-four swings out and slams right into my chest, knocking the next breath out of my lungs and I instantly know who’s behind it.

Bay wields it again from my peripheral, this time trying to take my head off with the damn thing when I block it with my forearm. It’ll earn me a bruise there tomorrow and an instant pain shoots up said limb. Then I’m on her, thrusting her spine into the side of the metal wall of a container and listening to her head do the same.

I really don’t care.

This is the second time we’ve been within arm’s length and she’s not getting herself out of this one.

“Wildfire,” I ground out through a tight jaw. “I’m going to fuck you into the ground if you hit me one more fucking time.”

Bay doesn’t take my free advice, connecting a fist with my ribcage and causing a grunt to leave my throat.

I’ve had enough.

With some effort, it takes me a minute to gather up both of her wrists and hover them over her head before she propels her head forward.

Nope.

Been there, fucking did that already, and I’ve quickly learned that she’ll use any avenue to inflict pain.

When I’m able to get a handle on her appropriate nickname that fits her attitude, I say, “Now, let’s talk.”

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