Page 58 of Falling in Reverse

Travis is having a second one done for me. It’s obviously an extra precaution so that Emilio couldn’t possibly touch it and have it altered to read what he wants it to say.

And until then, I’m keeping my mouth shut to everyone.

“It’s dangerous shit, Bay,” my best friend claims, as if I don’t already know.

“So is stealing,” I retort flatly to her personal hobby of choice. “It’s jail time.”

“Not if you suck the security guard's dick.”

I rub my eyes, honestly not fazed by her comment, because there’s no way she’d get on her knees for some middle-aged man who carries around a baton to get out of trouble. “You’re an idiot.”

She chuckles at that before it quickly fades. Nessa’s not done yet. The worry she’s feeling has been building up for weeks now since Dad stroked out.

What sucks is that she knows I need to run shit for The Nameless.

That, no matter what happens, it’s the only option besides working at The Stowaway that I have. While The Landings has the perfect placement to distribute their crap, we’re trapped. The moment a large semi roams through South Shore and past that gray line that enters enemy territory, we’re ambushed. So, vans, cars, and beat-up trucks are what we try to use to go unnoticed.

Lately, it’s been dirt bikes through the woods, but I haven’t learned the routes yet.

“You gonna find a new way?”

“Gonna have to,” I answer. “I’m not looking to catch a murder case if I have to pop a cap into Torin Wildes’s ass.”

“You hear anything back from Trav yet?”

It takes everything in me to keep my eyes from bulging from my head, paranoia immediately filling my brain that he told her. “For what?”

“Connect Four night.”

Right.

“Uh, yeah, Thursday. The girls can go to bed a little later, since they only have one more day of school and I don’t have to work.”

I feel her studying me then, conscious again that she may be able to read right through me. “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m just really tired.”

“Levi said you met Ramsey Wildes. Is he as fuckin’ crazy as people say he is?”

“No idea, but the gun pointed at me kinda gave it away.”

“And you realize what he does?” I avert my gaze from her because I don’t desire to be lectured right now. We’ve been through this twice already in a week span.

Ramsey Oliver Wildes.

Oldest stepson of Emilio Wildes.

Tyrant of the newly organized gang, The Void.

He’s been known to rip fingers off people’s hands, bludgeon folks with heavy objects, and has been also known to kill small children.

“What will you have me do, Nessa?” I argue. “Pray to God a few Benjamins land in my front yard?”

My main focus is Emilio, not investing in manifesting money, and how those two dudes in my house were a warning, a means to scare the shit out of me.

It worked.

Men love to flex their power and what better way than going at the throat and hovering their most loved possession over their head? Then add on this whole daughter bullshit and you have my current status.

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