Page 95 of Falling in Reverse

He kicks out his feet, accepting that he’s going to need to somehow get comfortable. “I’ll remember the accommodations.”

“You do that. Also, make a mental note not to touch what’s ours.”

He scoffs at that. “Only makes me want to touch it more.”

TWENTY-SIX

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I’d be labeled a complete weirdo if I stood here behind Bay’s door and watched her undress.

But no one is here.

And when she rips her t-shirt over her head and displays a black laced bra that only exposes her exemplary tits and those hips that fill out her tight jeans, I’m immediately out of interrogation mode and into my dick wants inside.

However, my boy is somewhere within this girl’s grasp and it’s business as usual.

“I hate to break up the show, McQueen, but I gotta know where my boy is.”

Bay spins around so fast that she almost trips over her own feet. Then she lunges for her dresser.

Dressers equal drawers. And drawers equal good hiding spots. And good hiding spots mean weapons.

Guns.

Knives.

Tasers.

Shit, I’m not going to go home bleeding from.

My arm wraps around her middle when she’s quick to spin and delivers a weighty punch to my face, cocking it to the side from the blow. But I’ve been hit so many times for many reasons that my body already knows what to do.

I literally beach whale her with all my weight, falling to the bed with her underneath me and taking the lesser of the two evils from any pinching, squeezing, or causing any marks.

My fingers mindlessly locate both wrists, placing them over her head as she thrashes around like a petrified bunny.

“I wasn’t going to hurt you,” I offer up, as if it matters, fully conscious that she’s not going to listen to me. I’m fraternizing with the enemy of my best friend, my brother, and I’m already a hostile being to her existence.

“How in the fuck did you get in?—”

“Gonna need to know where Wildes is,” I cut in. “And quick.”

“That’s not how this works,” she replies matter-of-factly, tugging once on her wrists. “You have Levi. And I’m not handing you over shit until I get him back.”

“Alright.” I shrug my shoulders, because I don’t fucking want him. Wallace is a dick.

Plus, I’ve had to listen to his threats for most of the day, thanks to Torin’s brilliant idea to teach her a lesson.

Now he’s learning his.

“Name a time and place and I’ll bring him.”

Her blue eyes suspiciously narrow, searching my features for a bullshitted lie. “What—really? You’ll?—”

“I’ll bring him.” She opens her mouth before I ask, “Is he really your boyfriend?” She freezes underneath me, and I’m not sure if it’s because it’ll look like he’s more valuable that way or because she’s scared of what I may do. “Just wanna know what I’m up against.”

“You’re up against him either way.”

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