Page 69 of Falling in Reverse

Furthermore to explain to someone who wasn’t going to make a huge deal about it.

Or so I thought.

“You need to tell Levi,” Travis insists at my side, holding my bags for me as we stroll down the sidewalk to a bookstore he wanted to check out. “This is starting to get out of hand.”

“I don’t trust the outcome,” I reply evenly. “You know how Levi gets, and he’s going to get himself killed.”

“Yeah, but…Bay, you could’ve died, and I wouldn’t have…”

I glance over my shoulder, watching his lack of eye contact and the subtle sigh escape his lips. “I’m alright, Trav. I’ll figure it out.”

It pains me to see him upset and that I’m the cause. I didn’t think of the long-term of my secret and how it would affect him.

We walk but another few steps, the fall breeze cutting into my skin and sending a slight chill down my body. But when I notice Travis not at my side anymore, I spin around to find him, halted and staring right at me.

“Bay, we need to talk.”

My brows knit as he clenches the handles of the plastic bags so hard his knuckles turn white.

Never in my life did I ever think I was going to see Travis lose his shit.

And we’re not gonna start today.

“C’mon,” I urge lightly. “Let’s head inside this store before it closes. We’ll grab something to eat on the way home and you can bitch my ear off about what to do.”

“I don’t want to bitch at you,” he retorts, his face scrunched up behind his glasses. “I need us to find a solution.”

“And we will. Shit, maybe there’s a book in there that I can read to figure this whole thing out.”

Travis actually rolls his eyes at me, and I smile, trying to give way to this moment because I don’t want him anxious about it.

I do enough of that for the both of us already.

Within minutes, we’re inside an old bookstore that we frequent with an even older man who’s sitting behind the check-out counter, reading his own novel and giving us a slight wave when we enter.

Travis immediately goes to the science fiction section, while I hang back and glaze over the magazine in the front. It’s when I’ve had my fill of celebrity gossip that I step backward and promptly run into another body.

“Shoot, sorry.” Turning, I’m straightaway and surprisingly face to face with no other than Torin and Cairo’s boy, Reeve Stanton. “Fuck.”

He quirks a brow at me. That easy smile enriching that surfer-boy persona with false innocence. Sue me, I looked him up.

Well, Travis gave me the insights on what I needed to know.

It’s not every day that the Forsaken Crew makes the news. They’re low-key and keep their shit on lock. Plus, they’d probably beat the shit out of the journalist that threw them in the news, so I went to the guy who could easily get me the information I needed.

“If you want to,” he replies. “But I’d at least like to buy you dinner first.”

I scoff at his charm that I’m sure melts panties everywhere.

Don’t get me wrong, if I had to choose between the three Forsaken boys that I’ve already had the pleasure of meeting before, I’d pick him each and every single time.

He’s got a cocky mouth, but at least he hasn’t threatened me yet.

“You gonna talk to your boss’s daughter like that?”

He looks to my left and then right before glancing down at himself. “I don’t see my boss anywhere around here.” I start to step to the side to get past him, but he mocks my actions and gets in my way. “You a book nerd, McQueen?”

“Not into girls who read?”

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