Page 31 of Kings of Westbrook High

He answers with a slow shake of his head, locking his jaw. “Do you?”

“No.” I admit, taking the second shot Kai hands me and swallowing it just as quick. “But I'm pretty fuckin' positive Katherine shot my Dad to get me here.”

Silence follows but they don't seem surprised by that, not even a little bit. Kai drops down on my other side and I slowly move my eyes across the three, all lost in their own heads, all thinking about the same thing, I'm guessing.

Oh, fuck.

“She killed your Mom.”

More silence.

I swallow, feeling that unfamiliar kick in my gut when I think of what these broken hearted boys have been through. I shake off the weird thought just as quick as it came and it's only now I notice Kai playing with a loose strand of my hair at my elbow. I eye him but I don't bother to smack him for it because I'm pretty sure the guy just wants to be touched. Without thinking too much into it, I lean back into him so my shoulder rests on his, hiding a grin when he hits me with his own and wraps his arm around my neck. Damon pulls his brows in at that, sliding his eyes from me to Kai's hand and back again. I ignore it and stay where I sit, pretending not to notice the clear flash of respect in his eyes.

“Can you prove it?”

“You think she'd still be here if we could?”

I shrug, ignoring Damon's snippy ass tone. “Why not just kill her, then?”

Wren raises a brow and slides his eyes to mine, tapping my temple when he realizes I’m not joking. “Are you all there?”

I grin.

“Death would be too easy for her.” Damon glares, standing to grab four crystal tumblers from the bar and pouring out four glasses of Jack, forgetting the coke.

He slides me one across the wooden coffee table and I take it, not missing the meaning behind his words. They want to take everything she has and leave her with nothing. Her money, her status, her life as she knows it. They want to take the thing she loves most, same way she took theirs, but that's not their endgame.

“You want justice for your Mom.”

They nod as one and I swallow my drink, eyeing Damon when he does the same and pours us all another one.

“It's not just that, though.” Kai tells me, running his finger over my collarbone. “I'm way too hot to go to prison. Those crazy motherfuckers would eat my sexy ass alive.”

I laugh and shake my head at him, looking at Wren when he hits me with a lazy ass grin and lifts a blunt between us. I grin back and allow him to pull me up by my hand to lead me over to the balcony that sits across the the entire back wall, freezing where I stand when I get a look at the view from this side of the hotel.

Damn.

I step forward and lean over the railing, watching the waves rolling in and out on the shoreline three hundred and fifty feet below me.

“The sun sets this way.” I observe, more to myself than them.

“Yeah..” Wren draws out, lighting his joint to pass it to me.

“Why didn't you put the bedrooms on this side?” I ask, reluctantly sliding my eyes from the lit up pier in the distance when they all just stare at me like I'm some foreign creature they don't understand. “What?”

Wren licks his lips, leaning his elbows on the railing beside me. “Our Mom loved the view from up here. This was her bedroom.”

I nod, swallowing another mouthful of my drink when realization hits. They didn't want Katherine sleeping up here so they built the master downstairs, turned this place into their own little sanctuary.

And they let me inside..

No, Callie.

I shake off the ridiculous thought and take a long hit, passing the joint to Kai and looking back to the ocean below me. The four of us stay silent a while, and it's only when I notice Kai pass to Damon that I turn to look at him, raising a brow.

“You smoke weed?”

Leaning back in his seat with his legs spread out wide, he answers by taking a long, effortless hit, eyes never leaving mine. He blows his smoke up to the sky and I curl my toes on the concrete, licking my lips while I stare at his.

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