Page 4 of Falling in Reverse

“Whatever you say, friend,” I surmise with a grin. “Anything else?”

“Yeah,” he grounds out. “Can you take this seriously for one minute?”

I push out my lips in fake thought. “I’m not sure how you want me to react.”

“You said they had guns.”

I shrug. “And?”

God, Levi acts as though we live in suburbia and I’m not used to the violence that surrounds South Shore.

It’s a cesspool of weapons, drugs, and sex. The various gangs forming and falling are becoming a full-time job to keep track of these days and the law is about as helpful as a bunch of mousetraps without the metal trigger to trap them.

Add on that, the county sheriff, Sheriff Muncy, is a lazy piece of shit and you have a selected handout of what is considered justice and peace around here.

“Did you get into it with anybody?”

Now it’s my turn to show my annoyance. “Why do I always have to get into it with somebody for this to happen?”

Levi doesn’t falter, still keeping those deep green ebbs of unease locked on me. “Those security cameras are going in today.”

“Okay.”

He reaches for my hand and squeezes, alluding that he’s more shaken about this than he’s letting on. Which is a little out of the norm for him, because he’s always mister macho man. “Is anything missing?”

“No.”

“Did they say anything?”

Maybe.

I shake my head instead. Whatever that masked moron said to me was pointless.

“You got anything for me, or do I need to turn this town upside down?”

My brows knit at his mention of town. “You’re gonna do what now?”

He narrows his focus, trying to sway me from looking too deep into what he said, but I’m not stupid.

Again, that’s the problem with knowing someone almost your whole life.

Now it’s working against him.

“Don’t be an asshole.”

“No, no, no,” I probe, mocking his facial expression with one of my own. “How exactly would you do that, Lev?”

I don’t like that he breaks our eye contact and looks over my head. Because I’m questioning him right now, when I never have to with anything. “I have my ways.”

“Oh yeah?”

His brows deepen as he slices his greens right back down to me. “Knock it off, Astor. I’m over here trying to figure out shit and you’re oh-so nonchalant about it.”

“You act as though I was in a tower and someone climbed up it,” I retort. “I appreciate the extra precaution with the cameras. However, whatever stupid ass thing you have conjured up in your head about hunting anyone down for this. Save the gas.”

“Last time I checked, you don’t give me orders.”

“Really?” I rip my hand from his grasp and prop it on my hip. “I’ll remember that for next time you try to suggest something.”

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