Page 33 of Falling in Reverse

Levi plucks the tool from my hand and returns back underneath his hood. “Little lesson on the Wildes boys, Bay. Ramsey and Torin, not huge fans of each other.”

“No shit…”

“Torin gets to stay back and watch The Landings while Ramsey and Daddy Wildes go fuck around somewhere. I wouldn’t say Torin minds it, because who wouldn’t, but I’m sure they come back and try to play leader again.”

Alright, enough of Pretty Boy, because I don’t care.

“Did you at least make any money off them?”

“Enough to put another payment on the house.” He turns and winks at me. “You’re welcome.”

Without thinking, I’m wrapping my arms around Levi’s broad back and resting my cheek along his warm skin through his white t-shirt.

“Aw, Astor…are you getting soft on me?”

“Just shut up, Levi, and let me hug you.”

He chuckles and reaches behind me with his hand, patting my back while returning to his water pump. “South Shore was supposed to keep you tough. Not soft.”

“Well, my best friend spoils me too much, so what did you think was going to happen?”

“I dunno,” he replies placidly. “Maybe I’ve been too easy on you lately.”

I tsk and pry away from him, leaning against his fender to see what he’s doing. “You’re a chump.”

“A chump who’s always got your back.”

“Mhm.”

“Wear something sexy Friday, but nothing too revealing. I don’t have time to be fighting off half the male population when I’m trying to make a sale.”

I smile. “I don’t need you to fight them off for me. Let me live my best life.”

“Go fuck yourself,” he grumbles out. “We’re not getting into that, Astor.”

“What?” I ask innocently. “Do you think I’m going to date some entitled rich kid and forget all about you?”

“I know you won’t forget about me, because I’m unforgettable.”

True.

I’d never be able to deny the fact that Levi has always been my rock throughout a lot of my life.

For as long as I can remember.

“I’ll keep it rated PG-13.”

“Thank you,” he emits. “Please pass the message along to Nessa.”

“If I do, she’ll just do the opposite.”

Levi rocks his head back and forth, causing the black ink along his neck to do the same. “I don’t know how you deal with that chick. She purposely tries to piss everyone off.”

“Especially you,” I state with a smile. “It’s easy.”

“Don’t allow her to rub off on you. I’m not dealing with a brat on top of another brat.”

“I’m not a brat,” I protest, rising on my toes. “I’m just misunderstood.”

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