Page 84 of Falling in Reverse

“Of The Nameless,” he finishes unremorsefully for me like the asshole he is. “Yeah…we are.”

Am I that fucking stupid?

How is it that I see this man, Juice, and Levi almost every day of my life and not know that my best friend holds the most powerful spot in all of South Shore?

Because I’d kick their ass?

But Levi…no.

No, no, no.

Nope.

We made a pact, no gangs.

Zero.

I guess my facial expressions aren’t as strong as I wanted them to be because the betrayal from my best friend seeping through my veins is red hot and it hurts.

Hot Rod pulls me into his hard chest and wraps those boulder arms around me. A choked sob exposes me next, because maybe I could’ve gotten on him and all of them making this never happen.

Torin Wildes just declared war.

It didn’t take a brain scientist, nor have I ever denied that I wasn’t with Levi. And he took the perfect ransom piece to get back at me.

To get me to not show up for that fucked-up Friday dinner.

“He’s not safe,” I blurt out into Hot Rod’s chest, tightly gripping the cotton fabric of his shirt. “We need to get him out.”

“We will.”

I pull myself somewhat out of his firm hold, but his arms are still wrapped around me. “No, now.”

“Gotta find him first, Bay,” he replies. “It’s already being worked on.”

“Rod, dude, right now. You just said he holds a Titan seat.”

He eyes me suspiciously. “Yeah…”

“Isn’t that, like, treason or something? Can’t we get someone to?—”

“No one else is going to get involved with this. Two seats that have been going at it for over a decade, that just leaves two open spots if we all decide to kill each other for someone else to take.”

“So, what is this?” I press, wiggling myself out of his grip. “A hostage situation where they want something from us?”

Hot Rod actually has the balls to chuckle at that. “Eh, no. There are plenty of things they could be doing right now with Levi.”

“Like?”

He rocks his head back and forth. “Let’s start looking at the bigger picture here.”

“Levi is the big picture here,” I retort through my teeth. “What are they going to do?”

“Bay.” He says my name with an exasperated sigh. “I’m not a mind reader.”

“But you’re part of a gang, so what do you dumbasses do all day but piss each other off?” I prop my hand on my hip and it’s better than cracking it across his face right now.

How could he allow this?

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