Page 14 of Kings of Westbrook High

Well, I'll be damned.

“Derek..” His buddy warns, cursing under his breath when he's ignored again.

Just then, gasps and screams fill my ears and not three seconds later, the guy with his lips damn near resting on mine is yanked away from me by his neck. My jaw hits the floor when one of the Kingston twins pulls his fist back and lands a solid hit to his cousins nose without so much as a fucking word. The other one - not sure which - winks at me and takes the joint from my hand, casually inhaling a long hit like this is just a typical Friday night for him. Then I’m yanked to my feet by the massive prick with his hand wrapped around my arm.

“Move.”

I laugh like an asshole, shoving Damon's hand off me because there's no way that bossy fucking command was meant for me. “No.”

“Listen to me very fucking carefully, punk.” He glares, snatching my waist to pull my chest to his. “Move your ass right this second or I'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you outta here like the fucking child you are.”

I stay where I stand.

Glancing left and right, I notice every eye in this place is on them, even the inside partygoers have crept outside to watch the show, and I'm sure as fuck not about to walk outta here with these boys for all to see.

A group of people who look like Derek's boys stand on the sidelines with deep frowns on their faces, but they make no move against the Kingston brothers. Weird considering they outnumber them three to one but whatever. Not my business or my problem.

I look back to the prick whose face is just a breath away from mine, keeping my voice low so only he can hear me. “You listen to me, big brother. I don't know what kinda game you're playing here, but you better back the fuck up and leave me out of it.”

He doesn't even acknowledge I've spoken.

A slow, dirty little smirk crosses his lips and before I can even think about stopping him, he bends to wrap his massive arm around my thighs and effortlessly tosses me over me his shoulder like I weigh nothing.

“Are you out of your fuckin’ mind?” I hiss, punching his back and twisting in his grip.

He ignores me again and I fight to force myself still, knowing I'll only make this worse if I make a scene of it. He slides his hand over the back of my thigh like he's praising me for my good behavior and I lock jaw, ignoring the way my skin ignites with his hands on me.

“Kai.” He says, speaking to the brother now standing nose to nose with Derek.

“One more.”

Damon sighs, bored. “Make it quick.”

Kai, apparently, punches him again, hits him square in the jaw this time. Derek's head flies back from the blow and he sways on his feet a moment, fighting to stay standing. Blood pours from his nose and over his teeth but he pays no mind to it. Instead moves his eyes across the three boys in front of him and manages a sinister grin, taunting them with something. He's a big guy, not as big as them but still, he's got muscles in all the right places, solid arms and a hard chest, yet he makes no move to fight back.

Again. Weird.

“Get the fuck outta my house, boys.”

My brows raise at that and Kai barks out a laugh, mocking him. “Your house?”

Derek sneers but he doesn't respond.

“Let's not forget who we are and where we're standing, bitch.” Kai smirks, but I don’t miss the clear venom in his tone.

With that, he walks into Derek's chest, slowly backing him up until his ass lands in the pool with a loud splash.

I grin despite my current situation.

Without another word, all three kings move to form their solid line and walk through the parted crowd with their heads held high.

“Let me walk.”

Kai grins at that, clicking his tongue and shaking his head at me. “You had your chance, sister.”

I glare.

Of fucking course he reaches out for my face with his now bloody knuckles so I smack his hand hard enough to make him hiss, squealing when Damon pinches my inner thigh as punishment. Despite my struggling and the string of motherfuckers and fuck you's thrown their way now we're out of sight, he doesn't loosen his grip on me. It's only when he's standing by his jet black Lamborghini on the driveway that he throws me down and shoves me back against the passenger side door, wrapping his hand around my throat to get in my face.

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