Page 41 of Falling in Reverse

“Mine,” Reeve replies seriously without another thought. “That’s all you need to know.”

“Yours?” She quirks a brow. “Who?”

“You.”

She slowly rocks her head back and forth. “I think you got me confused, sweetheart. I’m already spoken for.”

“Not from where I found you.”

I could literally punch Reeve in the arm right now to get him to stop. This isn’t time to fucking flirt, but to get this chick back out to the party before Wallace loses his damn shit and tears the place down.

I have a few vendors here who I’m looking to get some guns from, and if they start getting edgy, they’re going to dip.

On the other hand, Bay can owe me a favor later for the trouble I just went through to get her out of her little dilemma from earlier.

“Listen, surfer boy.” Bay shifts off the countertop but doesn’t jump down yet. “I need a favor. Think you can manage that for me?”

“What’s the return favor?”

With her fingers curled around the edge of the table, she leans forward and says, “Anything.”

“For a girl I’ve known for less than five minutes…” Reeve takes a long screenshot of her body for his spank bank tonight. “I don’t think it’s gonna be something you’re gonna want to do.”

“I dunno,” I offer up, lining up next to Reeve as my menacing stare only hardens. “You’re looking at Matteo De Leon’s ex-girlfriend. She might just do anything.”

“Just not you, right?” she clips back, quick to the deliver and that annoying fact is directed at the wrong dickhead.

I’m not walking around with my dick hard for this girl. It’s limp as shit and, if I had it my way, I’d never see her again in this lifetime or the next.

“You’re not my type,” I reply flatly. “I like women. Not girls who run around like white trash and assume that everyone wants to fuck her.”

Reeve moves his hands subtly in front of him, signing, “Did I just hit on a fuck buddy?”

Thanks to the sign language Reeve and I learned as kids due to Torin’s hearing issue, we use it on the regular when we have something quick to figure out or say. In this circumstance, it works perfectly.

“Fuck no. Does she sound like someone I’d fuck with?”

“Alright, well, you wanna fill me in on who this chick is?” Reeve asks me out loud. “Because I’m clearly in the dark here.”

“She’s a fuckin’ runner,” I reply. “Lives in South Shore, runs with Levi Wallace, and races cars in?—”

“Are you the Bay Astor who lifted my man’s Beamer a few weeks back?” Reeve’s face brightens, and I’m not sure if he’s impressed or irritated.

She cocks my head innocently to the side. “Lifted it as in how?”

Reeve takes a step closer. Normally, his looks get him everywhere. His charm is unparalleled. He can smile and make a woman melt at the pure sight. I personally don’t get it, because he’s a clown twenty-four-seven.

However, I think he’s met his match with this one. Bay is no ordinary girl, and the last thing she’s going to be impressed by is Reeve’s dick.

“Lifted it, as in you beat his ass in a black Chevy Nova from South Shore…and you’re from South Shore…”

“Sounds illegal.”

“Sounds hot,” Reeve retorts, leaning forward and placing both of his palms on either side of her body. He keeps a safe distance, and I should warn him, but I think he needs to personally experience Bay for himself with the way she’s always swinging or popping men in the ball sack. “I normally don’t do this, but…I wanna see you again. You pullin’ some Lightning McQueen bullshit is…yeah, I think you’re gonna keep me warm this winter.”

Typical.

My boy isn’t listening to a thing I said, because he’s too busy thinking with his dick.

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