Page 53 of Falling in Reverse

“Then it’s mine,” I deadpan.

He perks a semi-surprised brow at me. “Yours?”

“I’ve been one of your heirs since you hooked up with our mother. I’ve earned it. I’ve worked for it.”

“But you’re not worthy of it.”

This bitch...

Rising from my chair, I’ve had enough of this bullshit talk. I knew it wouldn’t come easy, but I was his only option.

“Sit down, Torin.”

“Fuck you, old man,” I snap back, wanting to reach across his desk and knock a few punches of sense into him. “I’ve done nothing but be your soldier and done everything you’ve wanted me to do.”

“Like steal your brother’s guns?” His face lifts, and I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am. He shouldn’t know about that.

Which means he has someone within our crew who’s a rat.

“Of course, I was going to steal them,” I answer back smoothly. “Were they ours before?” Emilio remains quiet, mulling over my comment, but it doesn’t mean he’s still not privy to my ulterior motives. “Anything else?”

My father slowly shakes his head.

“Good. When this backfires on you, don’t expect me to help you. She gets Wallace to try to successfully take you out this time, don’t ask. Do you understand me?”

“It hasn’t happened yet,” Emilio retorts simply and without a care. “I don’t see it happening any time soon.”

Good luck with that.

And I stride from the room, because my boys and I, we got another problem.

If Bay plays along as daughter of the year, she’s going to get that Titan seat.

And that’s not the plan.

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Nestled in the middle of the couch, I have Ellie on one side and Mae on another, both sleeping with limbs flayed and pinning me to my spot with no way out. The only thing I can move is my right hand and Dad keeps stealing glances our way as we watch the third Back to the Future movie.

Tonight was movie night. I made an effort to stock up on junk food, popcorn, and a good dinner with the money I made the other night on a random race. We haven’t had a really nice night without any bullshit going on or something else in a long time and this was way overdue.

“First movie was the best,” Levi quips, shoving another handful of popcorn in his mouth and staring at the TV. His long legs are extended outward as he comfortably lives his best life. “Not sure they should’ve done this one.”

“Um, no,” I retort. “Every single one of them are good.”

“Y-y-y…you jus…like the mmm-om p-p-p-ar-ts,” Dad adds in, attempting to scoop more rice pudding from his bowl.

“Ew,” I chuckle, wrinkling my nose. “Dad, stop.”

His blue eyes slice over to me, unashamed about saying that in front of his daughter. “It’s t-t-rue.”

“It is true,” Levi admits nonchalantly. “She was hot and, ya know”—he lifts his wide shoulders dismissively, eyes still glued on the movie—“guy had a hard-on for his mom.”

“In front of my dad?” I ground out, trying to keep the smile off my face, but failing horribly at it. “Really?”

Levi kicks his feet up on the coffee table. “Roger knows how I am.”

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