Page 7 of Falling in Reverse

“I got an offer last night…wanted to know if you want in.”

“Another drug run?”

“Nah, this one’s fucked.” I lift my head and find Levi staring into the cabinets behind me. “Gonna hijack a semi with guns that are supposed to go to the Forsaken Crew.”

“The fuck?” I immediately shake my head. “What did I just say about this gang shit?”

“Do you know how much money we could get for those AKs?” He glances down at me, and I’m so fucking lost with how he’d even be okay with this. Levi didn’t permit me to run weed until I was sixteen because I did it without him and crossed The Landings just fine.

Now, he wants me to come with him on a gun heist?

“Who are you?” I ask as I pinch my brows together.

He smiles at my answer for some reason. Maybe it’s because I’m not doing so many stupid things lately. “That’s my girl.”

He leans forward and places a kiss on the top of my head, alluding to the fact that he was testing me.

Dick.

Breaking from me, Levi spins around and approaches my sisters. “Hey, y’all want me to take you to school today?”

Two sets of pretty blue eyes latch on to the dude in front of me.

“Did you bring the black car?” Mae, my sweet, tiny morsel of innocence of eight, asks, milk dripping from her spoon as she patiently waits for him to respond. It’s Levi’s pride and joy, a 1981 Chevy Malibu with a shit ton of stuff done to the motor.

“I did,” he replies. “I know it’s your favorite.”

Mae squeals with excitement as she shoves her cereal into her mouth quicker to be finished.

“Don’t choke,” I assert, before mumbling, “I’ve already dealt with enough.”

“Is Bay coming with us?” Ellie inquires nervously, pausing the small brush over her nails.

I loathe the anxiety in her tone from her getting bullied by this insufficient shithead, Braxton, in one of her classes. I have yet to catch his ass while dropping her off or picking her up.

Levi says he likes her. I say bust his little sixteen-year-old ass in the balls and that’ll get him to act right, regardless of his true feelings.

Awful advice, because I’m trying to keep her on the straight and narrow.

“Absolutely,” I assure her with a wink. “I got you.”

She gives me a weak smile and returns to her breakfast of aftermarket cereal. Meanwhile, I head to my bedroom to grab my cell and wallet, ignoring the growl in my stomach for food. We’re running low on groceries, and I have to make a “run” today to get the girls some snacks for school. I have to give them the last of my cash for lunch.

It’s then that my view falls in the direction of the giant-ass hole from my shotgun last night within the white drywall.

“Do it.”

My finger teases the stiff lever of my weapon, gaping at pitch-black eyes before yanking on the trigger.

I jerk backward, my shoulder immediately taking the kick of the shotgun as the sound angrily pierces my eardrums.

Before I’m able to lay focus on my target again, I’m shoved into the wall behind me. My skull unforgivingly knocks into the hard surface and the length of my metal weapon thrusts viciously into my throat.

I missed.

That, or I closed my fucking eyes.

“Don’t hesitate,” the man in front of me reprimands, his voice a dark and dirty octave that could considerably do much more than break into my house. “Just do.”

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