Page 107 of Kings of Westbrook High

“I’m sorry.” He deadpans. “Do you want to be killed today? Because I-”

“Shh.” A third one whispers, sliding a hand over my arm. “You woke her up.”

I tense at that, sliding my eyes to the guy sitting on the bed beside me.

“Hi, baby.” Derek grins, leaning over to snort a line of coke from the gold tray on his lap. “You want a hit?”

I ignore that, looking around to eye the fancy ass bedroom slash living area I seem to be in, completely immobile and weak as fuck.

“Where am I?” I rasp, frowning at the sound of my own voice.

“Kingston Palace.” He shrugs, rolling over onto his side to face me fully. “You feeling okay?”

I glare, staring at him for a long minute because what kinda question is that, you stupid fucker?

He smirks like a real life psychopath and I tense a little more, swallowing when I note the look in his eyes.

He’s lost his damn mind.

“What do you want?” I croak out, fighting like hell to move but getting nowhere.

“I want what’s rightfully mine.” He says simply, reaching for something in his pocket. “I want what I’m fucking paying for.. which is you.”

I lock my jaw, sliding my eyes to the ceiling while I think on his meaning.

What he’s paying for..

But what’s his currency?

Katherine doesn’t need cash.

“What do you have on her?” I rasp, curling my fingers on the sheet when he moves to set up a camera on the nightstand beside me.

“Your mother is quite a woman.” He muses, setting it in position. “Sexy and twisted and just pure fucking evil at times. I was sure I was in love with her when I was in high school.” He frowns, looking down at the floor while he thinks on that a moment. “She never loved me back.”

“Shocker.” I deadpan, rolling my eyes when he seems genuinely confused by that.

That vicious little snake wouldn’t know love if it smacked her over the head with a fucking shovel.

“Didn’t stop me from fucking her, though.” He shrugs, back to normal.

“You fucked your uncle’s wife?”

“Still do.” He grins, proud of himself. “I found out she was pregnant with my baby a couple months back.”

My brows raise and I blink, trying to process. “What happened?”

“She’d already been to the clinic and killed it.” He sighs, not at all bothered by that. “Elijah can’t have kids. He got a vasectomy after Claire died, so she did what she needed to do to protect herself and her pathetic marriage.”

“You’re blackmailing her.” I state the obvious, trying and failing to lift my head. “But why would you want me? How did you even know about me?”

“I didn’t ask for you.” He laughs, shaking his head at me like I’m being ridiculous. “I wanted to tell Elijah everything, ruin his life and expose his wife for what she really was, but she said she could get me something better. She offered me you as payment for my silence.”

I scoff, locking my jaw because of course she fucking did, the heartless piece of shit.

“I tried to be nice about it.” He teases, moving his sleazy eyes over my body. “I don’t think you like nice, though, do you?”

I watch him closely, desperate to get the fuck outta here when I realize what he’s about to do to me.

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