Page 87 of Falling in Reverse

“You gonna try again, or...”

Tugging on the trigger again, the gun goes off for the second time, actually startling Torin a little bit, because I don’t think he expected me to shoot at nothing.

But it was to do just that.

And also, to hurl my curled fist into his ribcage.

Torin bows over just a tad, enough for me to slide myself out from his body and the drywall when his hand snaps out and seizes the belt loop of my jeans.

Tugging me forward, I spin and get us to switch positions, him against the wall and my—well, not having too much of the upper hand, because he’s taller, bigger, and could possibly get the gun batted away that’s currently under his chin.

“She likes gunplay, too,” Torin muses, biting down on his lower lip and rewarding me with that cocky asshole facade that fits his look and attitude.

“We’re gonna go for a ride, Pretty Boy.”

“Oh, are we?” His long fingers are wrapped around my wrist with the gun so I’m not sure if we are or not. “And where, pray tell, are we goin’, Bay Astor? I hope it’s somewhere far, far away, because?—”

“It’s called a trade,” I quip. “Remember?”

“Me for Levi Wallace?” After a breath, he continues with the obvious. “You’re fuckin’ crazy, you know that?”

“You’re finally catchin’ on to that?”

Torin leans closer before I shove the gun deeper into the soft and vulnerable part of his jaw. “Tell me, Wildfire…how much do you love your King of South Shore?”

“Enough to kill you without losing much sleep,” I deadpan.

“I don’t know if I should be impressed or tell your friends to keep you on a shortened leash because you don’t listen for shit.”

I turn my head, listening for Hot Rod or Juice. “I listen sometimes, Pretty Boy,” I divulge, my tone husky with intrigue. “Depends if I like what’s on the other side of the leash.”

“I missed you.” His comment gets me to snap my attention right back to him. “I was hoping one day you’d come and find me. And here you are.”

“This isn’t a social call,” I clip back. “I need?—”

“Levi Wallace,” he fills in for me. “You said that about three times already. I heard.”

“Then give him to me.”

“What’s he worth to you?”

Anything and everything.

“What do you want? Because you’re not in a very good position right now.”

Torin lifts his shoulders. “I like it just fine. Plus, you’re really not in an aggressive stance right now, baby. If that gun was pointed anywhere on my body, maybe, but?—”

“Shut up, and tell me how this ends.”

Pretty Boy tightens his gaze on me. “Haven’t I already told you? Stay…away…from Emilio Wildes.”

“And then?”

“And, if I don’t see you at that fucked up Friday dinner, he’s yours.”

I scowl. “You want me to wait days in order to get Levi back.”

“I do. You want him…you wait.”

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