Page 11 of Wicked Games

We may never know.

Chapter 4

Caleb

Istalk into Riley’s house.

There’s a commotion above my head, so I go to the stairs. The layout isn’t rocket science. Half the homes in this part of town have something similar. I climb the stairs and stop in front of a door.

Her door.

Eli told me which bedroom is hers, and here I am. Except, the door is locked.

I could pick it if I wanted to—if I had the patience for it. But patience isn’t something I’m known for. Not now, with intoxicating anger flowing through me. I take a step back and kick, smashing her door open.

Empty.

Who locks an empty room?

I consider that, going so far as to check the closet, then get the fuck out of there.

There are only a few places that Margo would go to avoid me. A few places she would either trust to hide her from me—big mistake—or that she’d think I wouldn’t hunt for her.

Savannah or Amelie maybe.

Or Ian.

Riley was the obvious choice. I’m almost proud that Margo didn’t run straight here. I check with Eli, confirming that he’s with Margo’s best friend, and he sends a selfie of the two of them.

My phone rings. I smother a groan, dropping into my car.

“You better be calling to tell me you left town,” I say.

“Hello to you, too,” Margo’s mother says. “I just?—”

“If you’re about to ask for a favor, don’t.”

“Caleb, you don’t understand.”

I growl. Amber is a distraction and a drug addict. She had her uses, but hercallingme? Absolutely not.

“Your mom is looking for me,” she whispers.

I freeze. “What?”

“I don’t know what to do. Somehow she got my number?—”

“Thenchange your number.” I stare straight ahead. My mother, Margo’s mother, the fucking Bryans. This mess is snowballing.

This wasn’t part of the game.

I hang up on her. Can’t really do anything about Mother, since she’s always been a wild card. Everyone else has a plan, motives, wants, and needs. She’s just crazy.

I try calling Margo again, but it’s still going straight to voicemail. If you had told me two months ago that the girl I had carried a grudge against for sevenfuckingyears would change me, I would’ve punched you in the goddamn face.

She’s under my skin. She found the cracks in my armor and slipped right in, and I loathe her for it.

Maybe that’s why I went through with my decision to talk to the Bryans.

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