Page 19 of Beautifully Reckless

“Jared, lower your gun,” Amanda insists, giving Crow a look that says she’s not in the mood for his bullshit.

“Not until they toss their guns aside,” Crow bites out, and Amanda smirks, turning her raised brows to her sister, Bec.

“You heard him, Griff.” Bec holds out her hand like she’s expecting a fucking gift, and Griffin scowls, clearly not happy.

Even so, he surrenders his weapon.

The fuck.

“You too, Devon.” Amanda gestures to the lazy fucker on the sun lounge, his gun not drawn anymore.

The smug prick gasps dramatically, feigning terror.

“Oh no, whatever shall I do?” he mocks before stretching like a lazy cat, plucking his gun up between two fingers like it’s a dirty sock, and tossing it to Bec.

Bec catches it with ease and rolls her eyes as he flops back down like the world’s laziest warlord.

Fucking Marx family.

“JD. Ringo.” Amanda turns to me, her hand outstretched and I grit my fucking teeth.

“You want me to fucking trust you after I asked for your help with Abbey and you turned me down?”

Amandasighs. “We were in lockdown. And we were at capacity. I offered Devon’s help.”

My glare snaps to him.

“You really think sending her to him was the best fucking option?”

Devon smirks. “What’s wrong, Ringo? Scared she’d like me better than you?”

I snarl, taking a step towards the cocky fucker, but Lexi shoves her way between us, holding up a hand.

“Either get rid of the gun or leave, Ringo.”

Damn.

She may be a sweet-looking thing, but she’s got the spine of someone who’s been through hell and came out swinging.

Eyeing JD, I give him a nod, and we relinquish our guns to Amanda, who hands them off to Bec.

“Lower your gun, Crow,” Griffin snaps, and this time, the blond guy with a huge fucking chip on his shoulder does as his boss asks, lowering his gun and slipping it into the back of his jeans.

“Hush. You too,” Bec calls, and I frown, looking amongst the Fox Pines teens.

Who the fuck is Hush?

Everyone looks around like they are trying to spot someone, but Bec’s gaze doesn’t falter off Griffin as she sighs.

“Lower the knife, Dee.”

Griffin’s whole body stiffens, his eyes wide before he spins, and a strangled gasp floats past his lips.

Holy fuck.

There’s a girl. A five-foot-nothing girl with dark eyes, sharp as fucking daggers, mere inches away from Griffin. Her gazeis locked on him like he’s already dead, and in her hand is a massive fucking blade, an inch from his face.

Hang on. I recognise her.

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