Page 115 of Kings of Westbrook High

“What have you done?!” She screams, spinning on me. “What have you done, you stupid little slut-”

Just the sight of the group of guys at my back seems to shock her into silence and she tries to take a step back, but there’s nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

They’re all here.

Damon, Wren, Kai and Elijah, as well as their entire security team and a half a dozen armed cops, all raising their guns in her direction. She turns a hilarious shade of white and I laugh lightly, enjoying the way her entire life crumbles to ashes and dust before me.

She’s losing the thing she loves most, and she’s fucking breaking at the seams.

“Aww, don’t cry, Katherine.” I tease, picking the bug off my chest to toss it at her feet. “You’ll ruin your make up.”

She glares.

Then she hops up on the railing as if she’s about to fucking jump and Damon rushes her, grabbing a fist full of her hair to toss her down on her knees.

“I don’t fuckin’ think so.” He bites out, releasing her with a hard shove to her head. “There’s no easy way outta this for you, you little bitch. Try that again you’ll be sleepin’ on a slab of concrete with ten broken fingers for the next month.”

“Can’t we just break her fingers anyway?” Kai jokes, grinning like a psychopath. “That sounds like fun.”

“I’m down for that.” Wren smirks, tilting his head to light a joint. “I want the pinkies, though. Those little fuckers are always the most painful.”

She whimpers and looks up, swallowing when she comes face to face with her soon to be ex-husband.

“Elijah, please.” She chokes out, sobbing dramatically. “Please don’t let them do this to me. I’m your wife. I love you with all my heart.”

He locks his jaw and flexes his hands like he’s desperate to smack her so I step forward and pull my fist back, doing it for him. Her head whips to the side and she chokes on a strangled cry, spitting blood all over her knees.

“Thank you.” He rasps, seeming a little more relaxed than before.

“My pleasure, Mr Kingston.” I grin, stepping back to fall in line between his sons.

He shakes his head at me and takes the envelope from his main man beside him, tossing it down on the floor in front of her. “Sign them.”

“No.” She cries out, shaking her head. “I’m not signing anything.”

He sighs heavily and looks at us, shrugging. “Have at it, kids.”

We step forward as one and she jumps a fucking mile, scrambling to grab the pen from the floor an do as she’s told. Elijah snatches the divorce papers and hands a couple sheets to Damon, winking at me when I frown.

What..?

“Officers.”

“Yes, sir?”

Elijah tips his chin, giving them the go ahead. “Tell Judge Monroe I’ll be coming by to see him first thing tomorrow morning.” He starts, hiding a dark little grin when they haul Katherine to her feet and roughly cuff her hands behind her back. “My ex-wife will not be put on death row. I want her rotting in a cage for the rest of her life.”

“Yes, sir.”

“No!” She screams, struggling in their grip while they drag her sorry ass out through my bedroom. “Get your hands off me! Get off! Elijah, you son of a bitch! You can’t do this! You can’t!”

He smirks at that because yeah, it seems he can.

They shove her through the door and he turns to face his boys, rushing them to wrap his arms around all three of them. I damn near choke up at that, quickly looking away before someone catches me swallowing this massive rock type thing in my throat. Elijah pulls back a moment later and turns to me, then he steps closer and I jump a little bit, freezing where I stand when I realize he’s just wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me into him.

“Thank you, Callie.”

I nod once, feeling hella awkward when he doesn’t let go right away.

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