Page 60 of Kings of Westbrook High

“My assistants.” I joke, locking my jaw when the new guy takes a step closer.

“They warned me about that mouth of yours.” He muses, still pointing his gun at Damon. “Little miss I don't give a fuck with a killer body and a cute little chip on her shoulder. Wonder if you'll give a fuck when I put a bullet in your massive boyfriend here.”

“You kill him, I kill you.” I shrug, feigning boredom. “Then the boss man kills your entire family for dropping unnecessary bodies on his doorstep. Surely you know how his fucked up mind works by now.”

He licks his lips, moving his eyes over the boys before looking back to me. “You robbing us, or what?”

I laugh lightly, raising a brow. “Do I look stupid to you?”

“You tell me.” He cocks his head, tipping his chin at my gun. “Put it down, little girl.”

I hesitate a moment but decide I'll do as I'm told, knowing none of us are walking away with our heads on our shoulders tonight if I don't. I slowly drop my hand to my thigh but my keep my finger ready on the trigger, releasing a breath when he finally lowers his gun from Damon's chest and does the same.

“Don't bring them again.” He warns, tossing the heavy duffel at my feet.

I nod and bend to grab it, backing away from him to open the trunk and toss it inside. I keep my eyes on him just in case and side eye the boys in my peripheral, frowning when they make no move to leave. They remain in their solid line and glare as one, stepping closer to the guy holding the gun despite having nothing but their bodies to back them up. To my complete surprise, the new guy falters a little bit and clears his throat, averting his eyes while he walks away. As soon as he’s back inside the warehouse with the door closed, they spin on me and hit me with their dark stares.

“You’re a drug dealer?”

“I’m a drug runner.” I correct Damon, swinging the driver’s side door open to jump back inside.

They do the same and I hit the gas, licking my lips when I feel their eyes burning six holes through the side of my damn head.

“I told you it was dangerous.” I point out, keeping one eye on the road while I snatch another donut from the bag. “And I told you to wait in the car. If you're gonna be mad about it, be mad at yourselves.”

The twins hide grins and Damon scoffs, shaking his head at me. “Stupid girl.”

I glare at that, sliding my eyes to Wren when he flicks his lighter to burn a joint. “No smoking.”

“What? Why?”

“Cops, dumbass.” Kai informs him, snatching it from his mouth.

I laugh at the look of pure horror on Wren's face, grinning. “Chill, ganja man. We'll get high on the way back.”

I finish my donut and try to relax, licking the chocolate from my lips when I feel Damon's eyes on me and my form. My body responds to that on its own and I shift in my seat, locking my jaw when he smirks, the cocky prick. He reaches over to slide his hand over my thigh and I jolt, squeezing my legs together when his fingers brush the skin of my inner thigh through the massive hole in my jeans.

Just then, my burner phone buzzes in the center console and I move to grab it, rolling my eyes when Damon snatches it to put it on speaker and holds it up between us.

“What is it?”

“The warehouse is about to be lit up.” Dean tells me, unaware of the boys listening to his every word.

“You sure?”

“Yes, I’m fuckin’ sure.”

“Touchy, touchy.”

“I’m sorry.” He deadpans, probably rolling his eyes. “I’m on my way to raid my own fuckin’ shop right now, so forgive me if I’m not in the mood for you and your shit.”

I grin, keeping my eyes on the road. “Alright, where am I goin’?”

“Meet us at the house.”

“Your Momma won’t like that.”

“It's my fuckin’ house, you little shit.”

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