Page 79 of Falling in Reverse

I shake my head. “You don’t know me anymore.”

“I wish I didn’t know you at all.”

My cover is already blown, and I don’t have time to continue going back and forth with her. Not only that, but she blurted my name, and it’s only going to get Wallace to speed up here in no time.

Releasing her, I’m only with my ass in the driver’s seat before a bullet hits my windshield.

Ducking, I start the car, and throw it in reverse.

So, this is how we’re gonna play it.

Bay Astor obviously needs to learn a lesson.

And I know exactly how to teach it.

TWENTY-TWO

torin

SIX YEARS AGO…

The thick cloud of smoke barely makes finding anyone easy, but I know she’s here.

I saw Matteo’s little fucks outside, jacking off to someone’s bike because that’s all they’re gonna be able to do. The Pistol Posse doesn’t make shit for money, and they never will.

Especially if I have something to do with it.

The pool hall where a lot of us hang out to conduct business. I’m not a huge fan of it anymore, especially since Matteo uses it as his new hangout, and I’d rather not have him anywhere near my dealings.

Plus, the dumbass likes to stir shit up. He’s desperate, and needs to make a wave of havoc in this world or no one is going to take him seriously with how unprofessional and wild he is.

Top it off with him being suicidal to believe that he’s going to earn a spot here.

The thing I don’t like, however, is that he drags around that pretty blonde with him.

She’s a fake one, dyed it because it’s not natural against her skin tone, but she’s still stunning.

Bay Astor.

It’s been a year since I laid eyes on her. She was hanging off the arm of the waste of space that’s currently hanging out here.

And I knew I had to have her.

What makes her sexier is that fucking mouth on her when I’m too close. The push and pull, the way she looks at me like she’s just waiting for me to fuck her but quickly rights herself.

I love those fucking lips that I haven’t touched yet. I’ve imagined them wrapped around my thick cock a time or two more than I should, but it’s in my head and I’ll do what I want with it.

And head is on the menu tonight.

I find her with her back to me, those tiny jean shorts riding up skinny legs, and a pink tank top.

Matteo leans over the pool table, cigarette in his mouth as he concentrates on a ball. He’s more than gambling, stringing his girl around who he’ll barely pay attention to.

“You.” I point at the twenty-something-year-old waitress with a tray in her hand and her brown hair askew on her head. “Hundred dollars if you bring the girl in the pink over here.”

She quirks a brow at me. What fucking teenager has that kind of dough?

“Need an answer.”

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