Page 25 of Kings of Westbrook High

Same way mothers and fathers might place themselves closest to the stairs just in case someone was to break in.

They'd get to Damon first.

Shaking off the weird thought because I don't really know shit about any of that, I walk inside my bedroom and head straight for my safe, but I don’t make it two steps before I'm grabbed from behind. A surprised scream leaves me but it’s cut off when the huge guy wraps his arm around my waist and clamps his hand over my mouth to shut me up.

My first thought is he found me.

Who he is, I don't fucking know, it could be any of the sick fucks I've met in my time, but whoever he is, he found me here and he's come back for more.

I fight like fuck, kick and scream and try to reach for the gun in my waistband, but I don't get the chance before I'm dragged further into the dark room and thrown down on my back, pinned to the bed and held down with no way to escape. Full blown panic settles in and I hold my breath to brace myself for the pain I know is coming, but it never does.

Then my eyes adjust to the darkness and I glare, looking between the three pricks hovering above me.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” I mumble a scream, biting Damon's fucking hand when he doesn't let go.

“Fuck, bitch.” He hisses, quickly throwing my legs apart when I try to knee him in the balls.

He pins my hips with his and I suck in a sharp breath, very aware of the fact his cock is dangerously close to my pussy through the thin fabric of our clothes. My heart races and my head spins with a hundred different scenarios because I don't know these dark fuckers or what they're really capable of.

With that, I swing for Damon.

He quickly pulls his head back to dodge my fist and growls. “Pin her fucking hands.”

The twins grab one each to do as they're told and I struggle, still trying to free myself even though I know it's pointless. Boys are all huge and strong as fuck.

Damon raises a dark brow and I tense, twisting beneath him when he looks down between us. “Happy to see me, are you?”

Shit.

He reaches down to slide the gun from my waistband and I glare despite the burning ache in my core, still mumbling. “Get off me!”

He ignores me and looks to his brothers who are doing fuck knows what on the bed either side of me. Looks like they're searching for something but I can't be sure in the dark.

“Is that a fucking gun?” One if the twins whisper yells, reaching over to flick the switch on the lamp sitting on the nightstand.

“Why do you have that?” The other one frowns, tossing the fluffy throw pillows on the floor.

I roll my eyes and raise my brows because I can't fucking talk, dipshits.

They laugh at me and I look at Damon.

“Don't scream.” He warns, releasing the hand on my mouth. “Why do you have this?”

“None of your fucking business, you psychotic prick.” I bite out, speaking through my teeth. “What the fuck are you doing?”

He glares and I tense a little more because if I thought he was angry with me before, I was dead wrong.

He's damn near furious now.

“Where've you been?”

I keep my mouth shut, growling when he quickly searches my body for my burner phone. He finds it in my back pocket and pulls it out to check it, glaring again when he realizes it's wiped clean.

I grin despite myself. “Too fuckin' bad.”

“Who the fuck is Dean?” He snaps, referring to the only contact saved on there.

“Jealous, big brother?”

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