Page 89 of Falling in Reverse

“Sure, you don’t.” Torin’s nose runs up the column of my neck. “Tell me, Wildfire…what would you do to someone that stole from you?”

“Like what you’ve just done to me?”

“You started it with the guns.”

I take a page out of Juice’s book when I reply. “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“I hope you don’t like any of your dogs, Wildes,” Juice announces to the room to speed this whole process up.

However, the man behind me doesn’t even flinch when his teeth sink deep into my neck, and I clench my eyes closed from the sharp edges and the slight discomfort of it.

What is he trying to be Damon Salvator without the whole vampire thing?

“I’ve warned you away from my sight, Wildfire,” he warns against my skin, his warm breath softly grazing around the marks I’m sure he left behind. “Yet, I think you want me to catch you.”

“You’re an idiot.”

A feral growl sounds closer, alluding that the dogs have moved, and Juice snaps his neck to it.

Torin doesn’t look when he orders out calmly, “Silence.”

And the room falls that way.

“Good job, Wildes.” Juice tugs him out of the hold that my gun has Torin in and smacks him upside the head in the next second. “I would’ve killed them both.”

Lies.

However, Torin doesn’t know that and doesn’t need to.

“You wouldn’t shoot me here, would you?” I coo as calmly as I can. “Sounds a little suicidal to me, Pretty Boy.”

“Who’s gonna know, Wildfire? I’ll pop a cap in your buddy’s head first to get him out of the way, then…” His lips curl into a slight smile against my skin, like he just thought of something. “We’ll just have to see about the rest.”

“It’ll start a war.”

“We’re practically already at war.”

I shift my weight, tempted to see what Torin is going to do, but he doesn’t do anything crazy. “We callin’ a stalemate on this one, then?”

“When I have you right in my arms?” he emits. “I still feel like I have the upper hand here.”

“What do you want for Levi?”

He quirks a brow. “We tradin’ now?”

“Isn’t that what you people do?”

“Bay, cock your head to the left,” Juice commands smoothly. “I’ll have the perfect shot.”

“I want my guns.”

I turn my head to Juice as Torin states what he wants. “What can we do about it?”

“I can get him the money for it,” he replies, and I can practically hear his teeth grinding together. “But that offer is about to expire in twenty seconds.”

“There was a quarter mil in that truck,” Torin grounds out. “I doubt you have it.”

“Guess you ain’t gonna find out if you start popping people off,” he mocks. And it’s true, so I start to make moves of my own.

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