Page 110 of Kings of Westbrook High

He laughs lightly, sighing. “Look, man, I know she’s a little runner but you can’t just-”

“Dean, I swear to god.” I warn, speaking through my teeth. “Someone kidnapped her off the fucking street and if you don’t get me her location in next ten seconds I’ll send a group of boys up there tonight and make them break every bone in your goddamn body until you’re dead. Got it?”

“Okay, okay. Fuckin’ psycho.” He mutters, pausing a moment to do as he’s told. “Alright, I got her. She’s inside your big ass hotel, man. You sure someone took her?”

My brows snap in the center and I look to the boys, growling when it hits me. “That stupid motherfucker.”

“Huh?”

I hang up on him and pocket the phone, rushing inside the elevator to punch the button. “He’s got her here, right under our fuckin’ noses.”

“There’s over four hundred rooms in this place.” Wren rushes out, bouncing on his feet. “Where the fuck do we start?”

“Front desk.”

They nod and we run out to go over there, skidding to a stop when the first elevator opens and two of Derek’s boys step right out just to freeze where they stand, the same two boys who tried to grab Callie that night on the street.

We rush them.

“Where the fuck is she?!” I snap, grabbing the first one I can get my hands on to pin his ass to the wall.

“Damon, Damon, wait, we were coming down here to get you.” He rushes out, lifting his hands like I’m holding a gun to his head. “I swear to god we didn’t know what he was gonna do to her-”

I punch the wall beside his head, making him jump. “Last fuckin’ chance, motherfucker.”

“Room seventy seven.”

I toss his ass to Ryan and rush into the elevator they just stepped out of, pushing the number seven while my little brothers fall in line beside me.

The next few minutes is a blur.

One second I’m in the elevator, the next I’m looking at my cousin lying on top of my girl with his cock in his hand, and then I’m pinning his ass to the carpet, covered in red shit.

All I see is red.

“Oh, shit.”

“Fuck, Damon, stop!”

“You. Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Her.” I growl, pulling my fists back over and over again to ruin his fucking face.

I’m gonna kill him.

“He’s gonna kill him.”

“Damon!”

Another hit, more blood.

So much fucking blood..

“Damon, look!” Someone shouts, pulling my shoulders back. “Look at your fucking girl right now.”

I blink at that, looking up to find Wren standing over me, wide eyed and pale as fuck. I frown and slide my eyes over my shoulder to look at Callie, watching Kai hold her up in his arms while she stares at me with unshed tears filling her beautiful golden eyes.

She wants me.

I drop Derek’s head on the floor and force my ass up to go to her, falling back against the headboard to pull her from Kai’s arms and into mine. She drops her head on my chest and fists my shirt with a barely there grip, shaking like a fucking leaf.

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