Page 70 of Falling in Reverse

“I’m into anything you are.”

Geezus Christ.

That dark sandy hair is a bit of a mess on top of his head, but he still looks hella good and like hella trouble.

I like his easy smile, but I’m not so naive as to think he’s maybe as savage as the other two. I’m not looking to find out.

“I need to go,” I state evenly, hoping that he just lets me pass by.

“Hot date?”

“Levi is expecting me back soon.”

Reeve stares at me with zero emotion latched to his thoughts. “Right.”

Okay then…

I make another go around his body, but Reeve stops me with his next words. “I think you should give me a go, McQueen. I think I can trump whatever Wallace is giving to you on a daily.”

“No thanks. I don’t date guys who have friends who try to kill me.”

“You’re still alive, aren’t you?”

“No thanks to your buddy,” I clip out through my clenching jaw. “And tell him that the next time he swings by to pay me a visit, I’m just going to allow Levi to beat his ass.”

“Violence isn’t always the answer, baby.”

“Isn’t it, though? You dabble in it all day.”

“We don’t burn girls in buildings if that’s what you’re referring to.” He shoves his hands into the gray joggers he’s wearing. The white tee he’s sporting sketching out his muscles and exhibiting the black tattoos down one bicep and forearm that I noticed the first night we met.

I didn’t give myself a lot of time to study them before.

In fact, I’m attempting to find a way to get him out of here sooner than later so he doesn’t run into Travis. The fewer people to be known around me, the better.

“I wish I could say it was nice running into you, Reevie, but I gotta go. I’ll see…shit, I’ll more than likely see you around.”

“Word of advice before you do, McQueen.” He brings an index finger up to his lips as if deep in thought before he speaks. “You might do well to stay away from all of the Wildes. They have tempers, they nickel and dime every scenario to make sure consequences have been dealt to appease their minds. Don’t run any more shit through The Landings. Go around if you have to.”

Good advice.

If I didn’t already know it.

“Then I guess my asking you if Emilio sent you here to check up on me is stupid.”

“Pretty much,” he replies placidly, deflecting my anger like a pro. “He’s probably drinking a glass of bourbon and jacking off to what he has to do today. Cairo, however, didn’t give the order to burn your place down.”

“So, what am I supposed to do exactly?” I cross my arms over my chest. “Forget this ever happened because I’m overreacting?”

“If you think revenge is in the cards for you against us, you’re going to be pushing a bar you had wished you never would’ve touched.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Promise.” He steps closer to me, and I smell the salt of the ocean sifting off his skin, wanting to soothe away everything that’s happened. However, Reeve’s message isn’t full of sunshine and rainbows. “Fuck off Torin, don’t worry about Cairo, because he’s as interested in you as he is a pile of shit, and me…” He gives a dismissive shrug of his shoulders. “I’m just me. I don’t pussy-foot around. I’ll always give it to you how it is.”

“And I’ll take that like I do my tea…I don’t drink it. Anything coming from you is just empty air with no substance to it.”

“You need air to breathe, baby. And I’m pretty nice to keep you around.”

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