Page 78 of Falling in Reverse

How she wished for me over De Leon because, I’ve said it before, I would’ve treated her a million times better.

“You need to leave, Torin.”

“I know.”

Bay pries her face from my touch, and I allow her that. “You have to stop doing this. Do I have to have Levi throw a hit on your ass?”

“I’m surprised you haven’t yet.” I cock my head. “Why is that, baby?”

“Stop callin’ me that.”

“You didn’t mind it a few years ago when your wet pussy was on my fingers.”

She shifts her weight. “I was stupid…as hell.”

“And horny. I know Matteo wasn’t taking good care of you.” For the first time, she averts her eyes, and my gut clenches a tad, because I know I caused hell for her. “What did he do?”

“I think the better answer is what you should do,” she whispers. “Because Levi is standing right behind you.”

“No, he’s not.” Because he would’ve shot me already. “But nice try.”

“Bay!”

And right on cue, Wallace’s voice rings out at least forty yards away, prompting my instincts to kick in.

“Like I said…” I lean closer to her, smelling watermelon off her soft skin. “Keep yourself out of The Landings?—”

“I’ll do whatever I want,” she leers. “And you’re going to do well to stop seeking me out to warn me about shit you have no control over.”

“You want my spot? You’re not gonna get it. And Emilio is going to hurt you, Bay.”

“I wouldn’t need Emilio to grab your town, and I’m not going to come around.”

My face clenches. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

She smiles at me, displaying the first sign of confidence during this whole conversation. “Find out.”

“Is that the first shot, baby? You’re going to war with me?”

“I like your friend,” she says instead. “Reeve, was it? I bet I can flip him over to my side pretty quick.”

A mirthless chuckle rumbles in my chest, because they would never happen. She might be gorgeous, that dark hair of hers alluding to the fact that she’s grown up and wiser to the world, but she doesn’t know my boys. “Going for the jugular there, huh?”

“You men are weak.”

“Don’t make me test your weakness here, Astor. I wouldn’t mind trying out how hard I can press your buttons so you listen to me.”

“Bay!”

“Run along, Wildes.” She waves a dismissive hand in the air. “I’ll give you five seconds to take off before I call the dogs on you.”

“You wouldn’t?—”

“Right here!” she yells. “Torin Wildes—” I yank her from my SUV and against my chest.

“Don’t come to dinner Friday night. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“You’re right,” she sneers. “I don’t. But I’m fully aware of what happens when you’re around.”

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