Page 119 of Chaos at Westbrook High

My eyes travel to the other side of the living room where Freya and Wyatt are sitting on the couch opposite us, both shitting themselves. My dad made us untie them before we snuck them out of the shop and back to the penthouse, not wanting any of Maverick’s lurking men to see us with them. They’re probably wondering where the fuck Wyatt went considering they didn’t see him leave. If they suspect we have him, there’s not much we can do about it now. At least they don’t know we have Freya.

When the two of them glance at each other, I cock my head at them. “Do you two know each other?”

“No,” Freya lies.

“Yes,” Wyatt says at the same time. Seems he’s not as stupid as I thought he was.

I direct my attention to him. “How?”

“Your uncle. Maverick Kingston. He pays us both.”

“Pays you to do what?”

“Spy on you. Report back to him.”

“How long?”

He averts his eyes. “A few months. He came to me not long after you started coming around and chasing after Hailey.”

At the sound of her name leaving his mouth, Hailey tenses on my lap, and I glare at him, tightening my grip on her. “Why are you giving him up so easily?”

He side-eyes Callie who’s holding her gun in her hand where she sits with Damon next to me, then at my dad who’s standing with James in the corner, both of them watching us talk. When Wyatt’s gaze meets mine again, he shakes his head. “I just wanna get the fuck out of here, man.”

I nod, and Hailey curls into me even deeper, her thumbnail digging into her daisy tattoo. She still won’t look at Wyatt—she’s too proud to show him anything but indifference—but I know she can feel his eyes on her, and it’s making her uncomfortable.

“If you look at her again, I’ll make you regret it.”

His eyes fly back to mine and stay there.

“What do you think Maverick’s gonna do to you now he knows we know about you?”

“How would he know that?”

“We were talking about you this morning before you showed up at the shop. He would have seen it all on that little camera you planted.”

He curses, dropping his head to rake his fingers through his hair. “How did you know about me?”

“We had someone follow you to Kingston Manor last night. Why didn’t you quit?”

“He told me not to. He said he’d deal with you.”

I laugh at that. “Deal with me? How? I’ve got so many guards on my ass, he’d be lucky to get within five feet of me. Plus I have Callie,” I add, tilting my head at her. “She’s more lethal than the guards.”

Wyatt pushes out a breath. “Yeah.”

“Do you know what he was planning on doing to Kai?” Damon asks, his voice low and threatening.

He shakes his head. “He didn’t say.”

For some reason, I believe he’s telling the truth, and I think Damon does too, which is the only reason he’s not pinned to the wall right now.

As for the girl sitting next to him, though…

“Freya,” Damon says. “Talk.”

She flinches at his tone, her tears staining her cheeks, mixing with her makeup and the blood that’s run down her chin. “I don’t know anything.”

“What does he have on you?” Damon asks. “You don’t need money. Your parents have plenty of it.”

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