Page 113 of Kings of Westbrook High

For all of us..

The doors finally slide open and I take a breath, stepping out to find Katherine sitting in the kitchen by herself, twisting a fancy martini glass between two fingers. I walk over there and she lifts her snake eyes to mine, pulling her brows in while she sips her drink. “What on earth happened to your face?”

I shrug, shoving my hands in the pockets of my shorts to hide the fact they’re clenched into fists. “I had a little run in with your nephew.”

She spits it all over the island, choking. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard me.”

“Derek did that to you?” She raises her brows, eyeing my two black eyes and the nasty cut on my lip.

“Your fuck buddy likes it rough, huh?” I cock my head, laughing lightly when her face falls. “Doesn’t like to take no for an answer, though. Not when he’s convinced I’m already bought and paid for.”

“That stupid son of a bitch.” She snarls, speaking through her teeth. “Where is he?”

“Intensive care.”

She closes her eyes a moment, rubbing her temples with her fingers. “Is he..?”

“He’ll live.”

She sighs heavily, unable to hide her disappointment at that. “And where are the boys?”

“Jail..” I draw out, frowning. “Elijah didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Damon found me and beat the shit out of him.” I explain, shrugging. “The cops arrested him and the twins lost their shit, got themselves locked up right along with him. Elijah’s been down at the station for hours trying to bail them out.”

She nods, licking her lips to hide her twisted fucking grin. “Okay.. what do you know?”

“Enough.” I tell her, tipping my chin. “Come with me.”

“Callie..”

“Unless you wanna witness what it looks like when I get real fuckin’ mad, I suggest you come with me.” I warn, walking to the stairs. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

She hesitates a moment but follows me up to my bedroom, eyeing me warily when I go to my safe to take my gun out. “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna kill Derek.” I say simply, tossing it on the bed beside me to grab some sweats from my suitcase. “And you’re gonna help me.”

She raises a brow at that, crossing her arms over her chest while she watches me change. “Why on earth would I do that?”

“Because if you don’t, I’ll tell your husband you fucked his nephew and shot your baby daddy to get me as payment for your other baby daddy.”

She snarls some more, pacing the room while she plans her next move.

“Here’s the deal.” I start, tossing my blood covered shorts in the laundry basket. “You help me do this, I’ll keep my mouth shut and-”

She moves like a goddamn ninja.

One second she’s by the door and the next she’s snatching the gun from the bed, pointing it directly at my face.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck is right, daughter.” She smirks, cocking her head to the side.

I swallow, slowly backing up until my back hits the closet door. “What..?”

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