Page 91 of Falling in Reverse

Torin glances out the window, his zip-tied hands resting in his lap. “Don’t know it.”

“Better remember it, or you and I are going to be together for a long time.”

“And your boyfriend’s probably going to be dead.”

I’m grateful that he isn’t looking at me, because I know I’m not hiding my fear of that happening very well.

“Guess you will be, too,” I admit, because if something happens to Levi, Torin doesn’t have a chance. I’ll allow Hot Rod and Juice to do what they will with him.

“I don’t think you got what it takes to kill me.” He steers his focus back to me. “I think you’re a little soft-hearted.”

“Then I will,” Hot Rod offers behind the wheel. “I’d love to say that I murdered the Prince of The Landings.”

Torin slices his glower to him. “Big talk for someone who allows a girl to come get me.”

Hot Rod chuckles, clearly undeterred by that statement. “You obviously haven’t been around her long enough.”

“Oh, Astor and I go way back. I know every inch of her.”

I thrust my elbow into his ribs to shut him up when I say, “Number.”

Torin leans toward me, the smell of melon and cedar filling my nose.

He still smells the same.

And, God, that scent used to bring me so much comfort, but now it fills me with dreaded anxiety.

“Do something for me,” he mutters. “And I might start remembering it.”

I don’t look at him.

I can’t.

Torin has this way about him that creeps under my skin and it annoys the ever-loving crap out of me.

“Now, we’re asking for favors?”

“Negotiations.”

“What do you want, Torin?”

He brings his joined hands over and rests his right on my upper thigh. “You know what I want.”

I’m thankful that Hot Rod has some music on because this whole conversation could be more awkward than it is. However, Pretty Boy doesn’t have a pot to piss in over here with trying to make compromises.

“I’m not fucking you,” I mutter back.

“You will,” he returns. “But that’s not what I want now.”

I rearrange myself in my seat so that my gun can be prodded into his chest. “I’m done fucking around. I’m also done talking and looking at you, too. We’re going to stop playing this game, and you’re going to give me what I want.”

“And I’m guessing that’s not me.” He turns his neck to look at me, clearly full of himself while he wears a placid expression.

“Put a bullet in him,” Hot Rod recites over the radio. “Dude apparently needs to learn a lesson if he’s not talkin’.”

“Then he’s going to clean the blood out of your car when I’m done,” I quip, to which Torin just grins at me.

“So brave for someone who doesn’t know what you’re up against.”

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