Page 193 of Falling in Reverse

Levi’s head slowly turns back to me, like he’s about to decapitate me for lying. “How did you get me out of Torin Wildes’s clutches, Bay? It wasn’t fucking Torin because that prick wouldn’t even know how to work a dishwasher, let alone hook a bomb to my ankle.”

“Lev—”

“Tell me, or I swear to God, I’ll go on a killing spree right now just to get it out of him myself. Why were they at the race the other day?”

I’m so thankful he took Dad back inside the house because his voice will not shut down into normal.

“I can’t control where they are. We were in East Riverside. They came to race.”

“I’ve never seen them there.” And he’d know because he’s there more than me.

“Were you lookin’ for them?” I counter back. “I don’t know all this gang shit.”

“Ten seconds, Bay.”

I glower at him. “Stop it.”

“Ten.”

“Levi.”

“Nine.”

“Stop.”

“Eight.”

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

“Seven.”

I slap his chest. “I told you.”

“Six.”

I cross my arm over my chest, refusing to rat myself up because he’ll stop.

“Five…four…three…two…one.” Then he abruptly pivots, and I’m lunging for him, gripping onto the back of his bicep but he just pulls me along with him back down the driveway.

“Levi, stop,” I plead desperately. “Where are you going?!”

“The Landings.”

“No.” I yank harder against his steel muscles and his damn height, but to no avail. “I’m fine. Don’t make this worse.”

He rounds on me, and I slam into his chest. “Don’t make what worse?”

“Levi, please—” I blew my last opportunity by not just spitting it out because Levi twirls right back around and climbs into his truck. My grip gives way, and he gives me a small little shove back so he can slam his door.

Then he locks it like an asshole.

“Levi!” I yell, pulling at the door handle as if it’s magically going to open for me. “Stop!”

He throws the vehicle in reverse and hits the gas, and if that motherfucker would’ve run over my foot, I would’ve killed him.

The tires squeal the moment the transmission clicks into drive, and he spins off, leaving me to wonder what the hell he’s going to do.

So I call Juice and rat him out because, apparently, that’s all that happens in South Shore.

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