Page 42 of Falling in Reverse

“South Shore,” I sneer, as if it’s vital I remind him.

It’s really the only thing I need to say. This chick runs with our rival, and I’m not looking to add Levi Wallace to my shit list this week. I have enough to worry and deal with. Wallace is a fucking pain in the ass.

And he’s here.

At this party.

With her.

Putting us in the middle of that, on top of jumping his dudes the other night in South Shore along the piers, that equals bad news and blood.

“And?” Reeve retorts over the noise of the kitchen. “Does that come with an STD or an all-exclusive trip to watch her work in action? Because I’d like the latter. I’d actually like everything, McQueen.”

“Did you miss the part about Levi Wallace?” she asks. “Your boys seem scared about it.”

“I didn’t miss it,” Reeve confirms flatly. “I just don’t give a fuck.”

“Afraid I’m a little too exclusive, but I must admit…” She gives good ol’ Reeve a long glance over to make him feel special. And he is, maybe in the he sniffs too much glue kinda way. “You could definitely tempt a girl.”

“Baby, if you’re scared for my well-being with Wallace, it’s not an obstacle for me. Because I can promise you”—his hazels fall to her lips—“that I can hold your attention.”

“I need a group of assholes to buy these pills.” Bay pulls out a gallon-size Ziploc bag from the back pocket of her jeans. “And I need to do it fast.”

Geezus fucking Christ.

I jerk my head and step back from her. “Get lost. We’re not part of your little escapades tonight and we’re not your bitches. You got enough from us by saving your ass.”

Bay’s blues meet mine. “I had him. And I didn’t need you.”

“Sure, you did.” She slides off the hard surface. Her cheek still a bright pink from where that asshole hit her. Bay didn’t need me. But I wasn’t about to watch a woman get smacked again. “What are you going to do, Little T? Hit me again?”

“I don’t hit bitches.”

This is where doing good deeds get me nowhere.

“You run your mouth more than I remember,” I reply. “That shit is going to get you in trouble around the wrong people.”

“Things have changed. So either move out of my way so I can go do what I came here to do, or send me off with one more good threat before I go.”

“I don’t think I need to do any more of that,” I claim. “I find you in The Landings one more time, my actions will speak for me.”

“And you have that much power? How many dicks did you have to suck to nab that job?”

“Probably as many as you did to get Wallace’s protection.”

Bay smirks at me, allowing silence to ping-pong between us before stating, “It was nice to see you again, Cairo. I hope we never get to do it again.”

It’s the first time she’s said my name. And I hope she does her homework to learn who the fuck I am.

I’m the future king of Wharf Bay. The next generation of power that I can use at will toward anyone I want without consequence.

Bay isn’t anyone but Wallace’s fuck buddy and nothing more.

I can’t say how unimpressed I am with that.

“I need your shirt.”

One of my brows flies to the ceiling. “Excuse me?”

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