Page 175 of Wreck Me

He didn’t react.

Not even a little.

I watched the boss come at him and he reacted to that, snarling like a beast a moment before he ripped the knife from his current victim, then tossed it… right into the hostile’s groin.

I’d never heard a scream like it in my life. And that was really saying something considering what I’d partaken in over the years.

He went down onto his knees crying and shrieking without reprieve and Caleb was there in the next second, twisting the knife, then driving his fingers into the guy’s eyeballs. “You sick piece of shit! This is what motherfuckers like you get! You feel that? Who has the power now, huh? Who? Making victims out of them, scarring them for life!”

“Caleb! Stop!”

I moved to bolt over there, but the hostile from the platform was suddenly there, because I’d been severely distracted with Caleb. His fist plowed into the side of my face.

While I only wavered, another was there in the next moment, jumping onto my back.

Caleb’s yells and his victim’s screams filled my ears.

It was all I could hear, all I could focus on and, before I knew it, I was being driven down to the ground.

Me?

Caspian fucking King.

All of a sudden, the weight was ripped off me. Both of them were gone.

And then Bastian was there giving me a hand-up.

I took it and looked to see Skylar there, disposing of the hostiles in her very impressive and efficient way.

“Fuck me,” Bastian choked as he caught sight of Caleb.

I hurriedly reached into one of the pockets of my tactical vest and withdrew a syringe.

Then I sprinted the distance to Caleb, trapped him in a headlock and wrenched him back.

As he struggled against me, I ripped off the cap with my teeth, then sank the syringe into his throat.

I trapped him in a body lock as he continued trying to fight me.

As I did, Bastian knocked out the two remaining hostiles, putting them out of their misery, and finally silencing the stomach-churning shrieks.

It didn’t take long for Caleb to weaken in my hold.

“Cas… no… why….”

I supported his head as it started to loll.

And then I felt him go limp completely, passing out.

“Shit,” Bastian breathed.

Skylar ran over and Bastian wrapped his arm around her, tucking her into his side.

“Is he gonna be okay?” she asked worriedly.

“Of course,” I answered.

But as my gaze met Bastian’s, that understanding passing between us and that intimate familiarity with this side of Caleb, I felt the weight of what an awful lie that could turn out to be.

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