Page 90 of Falling in Reverse

Releasing the gun, I pull my hand out from underneath Torin’s and begin to slowly turn my body.

His fingers glide along my stomach, allowing me to move now that I’ve given him the one thing I could use to put him six feet under.

“Looks like you’ll be seeing me again, after all,” I tell him, still feeling the trail of his touch and the bite of his teeth.

He keeps his face placid, accepting the fact that, if he hurts me, Levi is going to kill him. But I can’t yank myself out of those golden eyes for the life of me.

They’re so memorizing that it’s disgusting.

“I’d love nothing more,” he says. “But not like this.”

Amber eyes bolt to mine, hinting that if Pretty Boy does, in fact, get me within his grasp, I’m in deep shit.

“Juice.” Hot Rod’s voice comes in from my right, out of breath and urgent. “We gotta go. Trail’s hot.”

“Fuck,” Juice mutters disappointedly, green eyes coming to me. “Gotta go, babes. You gotta leave dickhead here.”

“Wh—”

“Damn, baby,” Torin taunts smoothly. “And I was looking forward to seeing how you’d have your way with me.”

He shares a sly and confident smile, and there goes my rescue mission for my best friend.

“Aww,” Hot Rod coos mockingly next, raising his Glock and pointing it at Torin’s head. “You fucked up by dropping your weapon. Didn’t Daddy Wildes teach you how to keep your shit trained on the hostage?”

Juice’s hand suddenly wraps around my forearm and pulls me with him, through the door frame and out the back way of the brewery.

I crane my head back to see where Hot Rod is and, to my absolute relief, he’s shoving Torin ahead of him as his hostage now.

We’re going to get Levi back.

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“You kill me, I hope you have a safe place in South Shore to hide.”

He won’t shut up.

I’m seconds away from taking off my own sock and shoving it down his throat because I’ve heard nothing but his mouth since we shoved him in the backseat of Hot Rod’s SUV and drove off to keep him somewhere.

“Do you ever get tired of listening to yourself talk?” I hedge off a sigh. “Or does your dick get hard when you hear it?”

“Why don’t you check?”

He doesn’t think I will. However, he doesn’t know how petty I am. Except touching his junk isn’t going to get my best friend back and we need this exchange to happen ASAP.

I look over at him. “Where’s your phone?”

“Left it at the office.”

Fucking wonderful.

I pull mine out from my back pocket, arching my back and ass off the seat to which Torin takes another leisurely view of.

I’ve never met a bigger pain in my ass.

“What’s Cairo’s number?”

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