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“Is he in there?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see him.”

Damon looks at me then, his eyes darkening with rage as he checks my form for damage. “Did you let her soak you with a fucking hose?”

I grin. Callie lets out a snort in the passenger seat, her feet up on the dash with a lit joint between her lips. Levi’s sitting in the back with my twin brother on his lap, his eyes on me as he runs his hands over Wren’s thighs. Wren’s straddling him right there on the back seat, staring at me accusingly while he makes out with Levi’s jaw.

“Don’t do that again.”

“Why?” I cock my head. “You don’t look that worried about me, brother,” I tease.

“He calms me down,” he grits out before he goes back to making out with Levi’s face.

“Get in,” Damon says.

I do as I’m told, opening the back door to slide in beside the boys. “What about my car?”

“Ross took it home,” Levi answers, but his attention is all on Wren, his hands smoothing over his hips to pull him closer. “Damon said you couldn’t be trusted to drive yourself, so I gave him your spare key. He said he’ll only scratch it a little.”

“Fucker,” I mutter.

Ross used to work for Levi’s dad. He’s an unhinged fucker with a nasty temper and a big ego. I like the guy, but I’ll fuck him up if he messes with my car.

“Since when does Ross pick up cars for us?”

“Wren,” Damon barks impatiently.

Wren rolls his eyes, reluctantly climbing off Levi’s lap to pull his seatbelt on.

“Since his boss is dead and he’s out of a job,” Levi says to me, wrapping his arm around Wren’s neck to play with his hair. “He gets restless when he’s got nothing to do, so I told him he can work for us so long as he doesn’t shoot anyone.”

I nod and pull my own belt on. Levi didn’t even blink at the mention of his dead father, but I can’t say I blame him. Killian Matthews was a sick piece of shit who made Levi and Callie’s lives hell. He had it coming, and none of us regret what we did to him.

Damon starts driving, and Callie turns her head to look at me, passing me the joint in her hand. “She still yours?”

I grin again, and she grins back.

Fuck yeah, she’s still mine.

Chapter 11

HAILEY

I’ve been attending this school for less than two weeks, and somehow, in just that short amount of time, I’ve gone from being invisible to the people of Westbrook to having everybody know my name.

I’ve become Kai Kingston’s plaything.

Like a cat plays with a mouse before it eats it, he’s playing with me for his own twisted entertainment. It’s awful. He’s awful. I honestly don’t think I can do this much longer. I want to drop out and run home to my brother, just like he told me I would.

Every time Kai’s around me, he crowds my space, taunts me with his eyes, throws words around that make my stomach clench, and makes me look like an idiot. Last week in the middle of the cafeteria, he not so quietly told me how good I am at riding his dick. He’s full of shit and I’m sure everyone knows it, but still, they laugh and it’s mortifying.

And then there are the words that are just for me, the ones he whispers in my ear in passing, the ones he sends me every day before school. He texted me again the morning after he came to my apartment building, and every morning since, and even though they’re the exact same words as before, there’s menace in them now.

See you soon, beautiful.

A shiver runs through me, and I blame it on the school library's air conditioning, shifting in my seat as I slide my left hand between my thighs to keep it warm.

I feel like a mouse caught in a trap, one he keeps close to his side, only giving me some breathing room when he feels like it, which isn’t very often. Like now, for example, I have a free period so I’m studying to get ahead as much as I can, my books spread out around me as Kai hovers—just fucking hovers like he’s my keeper or some shit.

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