Page 60 of Falling in Reverse

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Bay Astor really needs to start watching her back now that the word is out she’s the heir to The Landings.

It might not be public knowledge yet, but Emilio is gung ho on making her part of his life.

Which fucks up mine.

And now the game has been stepped up.

She’s Emilio Wildes’s so-called daughter, and that’s a fucking problem. My boys and I are tryin’ to pull ties and she’s now another rock in the way.

Without a shit given or her sense on high alert, she waltzes into her classroom without a care in the world.

My first thought—gorgeous—black high-waisted jeans that are ripped at her thighs and a matching black crop top. She has a leather jacket on, completely ignorant that she’s about to learn today.

Just not from her teacher.

“Take a seat,” I announce, leaning against her professor’s desk, and that’s when she jolts. Quickly realizing the classroom is empty and it’s just us two.

She takes an immediate step back, not prying her eyes off me and recognizing danger when she sees it.

Smart girl.

She wasn’t back when we first fucking met, but if she wants to make it out of here alive in this situation, she better give me what I want.

“The fuck are you doing here?” she clips out, clutching to the strap of her backpack as she continues to make her exit toward the door.

I slice my eyes over to meet those piercing blues that my boys seem to be goo-goo ga-ga about. Maybe if things were different for me, I’d be paying more attention to her than I do. “I got today’s lesson, Little Terror. Shut up and listen.”

She’s silent, and it’s actually unsettling for a few moments before she mutters, “What do you want?”

“I want to know what you want,” I counter back. “The news of you being Emilio’s daughter doesn’t work for me.”

Her eyes widen a bit, but it’s those baby blue eyes that hold all of my attention.

Again, maybe in another world, I would work some charm into this scenario and win this chick over, but now that my boys are involved and she’s a current problem, there’s no way.

“He told you.”

Emilio didn’t tell me shit, but Torin sure as hell did. And he’s rattled by it to no end.

It means he won’t be able to get his hands on her because she’s a means to an end.

“I know everything, Little T.”

“Did you do your own DNA test?” she retorts. “Because I’m having a second one done.”

My brows clash together, because why the fuck would Emilio come up with this shit if it wasn’t true? “You’re his daughter. So, let’s cut the shit. As you can imagine, I have enough on my plate. The Forsaken Crew have more than adequate enemies and rivals than to add another one on with you and The Void.”

“I don’t want The Void.”

“But do you want my crew?”

Her flawless skin skews. “No. What the hell would I do with that?”

“Prove it to me.” Her lips part, but she doesn’t seem to know what to say, and I’m honestly not quite sure what I’m asking.

There isn’t necessarily an action that she can perform that would show me she’s not about to use her trump card to wage a war that my brothers and I have been trying to halt since we had any power in our crew.

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