Page 62 of Falling in Reverse

Until it doesn’t.

“Hello?”

“Who the fuck is this?” I leer into the line, hurling my glare at Bay.

“The motherfucker who’s going to beat your ass if you don’t stop wasting my time,” the dude on the other line says.

“Damn,” Bay chants sweetly with, I think, the first genuine smile I’ve ever seen. “How are you going to negotiate anything when you don’t even realize Wallace’s voice?”

My fingers that aren’t holding onto my phone seize around her throat because, not only is she still fucking with me, but she’s a smart bitch. Go right to the damn source and get shit done. “Wallace…it’s Cairo Black.”

“What the fuck do you want?” he snarls back. “Lose my number.”

“I got your girl here, asshole. I think you might want me to keep it.” The corner of my own mouth heaves a bit as I cover the mouthpiece. “Do you go by Haven now, Little Terror, or Bay?”

Said girl comes up and digs her fingers into my skin to let her go. It appears that I hit a nerve.

Oops.

“Black, you better not have anything of mine,” Wallace warns, his voice deep and sinister, definitely on the verge of losing his shit. I mean, I’ve seen this dude shank a man without blinking for running their mouth. He’s gone at it with Torin a million times. They’ve been throwing punches at each other since they were strong enough to hurl one that would actually inflict damage.

And the dude is no one to fuck with.

He’s built like a fucking wall. He’s powerful with a fleet of faithful men.

Levi Wallace is a damn king.

“I want a meeting,” I divulge.

“I’m in no mood for cute little prank calls because you’re bored.”

“My little prank wouldn’t happen to have pretty dark hair and haunting blue eyes?—”

“Where?”

“Right here.” My thumb runs down the column of her neck even though I’m not sure if he was asking me where Bay is or where I want the meeting. Probably both. “Against a door. I don’t want her…but I know two other people who do. One of them being your best friend in the whole wide world. You remember, Torin, right?”

“I find one mark on her, you’re dead.”

“Then agree to the meeting.”

“You got me fucked up if you think I’m going to play nice with you motherfuckers. You can’t even follow simple directions, like keeping your ass off my land, let alone touching what’s mine.”

“I don’t control Ramsey.”

“But you do fucking Torin Wildes, don’t you? Where’s Bay?”

“Safe.”

“I want to hear her voice.”

“I want you to agree to a meeting first,” I retort evenly.

“You put a bullet in one of my boys and you want a meeting?” He scoffs haughtily. “Did you get hit in the head, too?”

I can’t argue with that. We did. Poor Travis Muncy was an example that Bay didn’t care to take heed of.

“That’s not my problem,” I reply placidly. “You shouldn’t have touched my guns.”

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