Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I’ve never been great at letting people in. Life is easier if I bury my feelings. People tend to let you down, which is only proven when my best friend, Rex, accidentally kills a man and lets me take the fall.
When I get out of prison, the last thing I want is to go back to Clayton, Oregon, but it’s where my grandma lives, the only person who’s always had my back. My plan is to stay out of trouble, steer clear of my old crew, save up, and the second we can, leave town for good.
Parrish
I want nothing to do with my family and their illegal activities. With Riven back, I worry things will get worse. He and Rex have always brought out the worst in each other, but then I discover Riven went to prison for something my brother did, and my family isn’t happy to have him home.
Riven wants nothing to do with me, and I don’t blame him. But like a moth to the flame, I’m drawn to him. It starts out as mutual lust, Riven sating the pleasure he craves, while I get to fulfill my first-crush fantasies. But with every moment, I see there’s more to Riv than anyone knows.
Not everyone would see him as a good man, but to me, he’s the boy who used to try to keep my family’s lifestyle from becoming mine.
And now he’s the man who risked his heart to fall in love with me…and the one who’d risk more to protect me.
Risk the Fall is an ex-best friend’s brother romance that contains violence, drug use, crime, and death of a non-main character.
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PROLOGUE
Riven
Six years earlier
The whole bed of the truck was moving along with Rex’s jittery leg. We’d driven up one of the old mountain service roads to hang out. We weren’t here long when he opened his first beer, then started sniffing shit up his nose. I couldn’t pretend I never did the same. Most of the time it was the two of us together getting drunk and high, but I just wasn’t right lately. Nothing held any joy for me. I was exhausted, though I didn’t know why. I was tired of this, of the life we led, but I wasn’t dumb enough to believe anything would ever change. That didn’t happen for people like Rex and me. We were losers, just like our dads, and in Rex’s case, his grandparents too.
Rex let out a loud burp, and I shook my head. “Fucking gross.”
He was my best friend, but lately, I’d been wondering why. That was another change in me I couldn’t explain. Rex was a dick, but then, I was too. I’d known him since I was a kid. He was the brother I’d never had, and his dad was there for me in ways my own never was.
No one messed with me because of the things Frank Hunt had taught me. He showed me how to fight and take care of myself. If I ever got in trouble, I knew I could go to him and he would do his best to get me out of it. Even though he had another son, Parrish, it was me and Rex he trusted, the two of us by his side. It wasn’t something I’d ever said to him, but I was glad for that not only for myself, but for Parrish too. For some reason, I didn’t like seeing him do the illegal shit we did.
“Stop being such a pussy.” Rex shoved me playfully.
I did my best to ignore him.
I was so tired of living in this shithole town where everyone I knew had been arrested or should be, including myself. I’d been dating the same girl off and on for years, a girl I couldn’t love because I didn’t know how to love anyone other than my grandma. Becca stayed with me because it wasn’t like she had any better options in Clayton. Who would she date? Rex? I was pretty sure he’d fucked her at least once behind my back, and yep, that was another thing on my do-not-care list.
“I’m bored,” Rex said. “Tomorrow we should try and pawn that shit Les and I stole.”
I nodded because whether I felt like it or not, I would go with him. Sometimes I wondered what Rex would say if he knew the shit that went on in my head. If he knew that the older we got, the harder it was for me to be around him, or that I was bi and sometimes I snuck off to go fuck men, or that I hated so much the shit we did, even if I was right there with him selling drugs or lifting cars.
The sound of his cell broke through the night, and all I could do was hope it was something for him to go do so I could make up an excuse and go home.