Page 16 of Kings of Westbrook High

“You catch on quick.” He fires back, so close I can fucking taste him. “You're in our city now, punk. When we tell you to do something, you do it. End of fuckin’ story.”

I smirk, speaking over his lips. “I don't fuckin’ think so.”

He seethes and I laugh like an asshole, frowning when he yanks me forward and opens the passenger door to throw me in the back seat of his car.

“Wait. What are you-”

He slams the door in my face and I growl, smacking the side when I realize he's just locked me inside. After a quick word with his brothers, he walks away from them and jumps in the driver’s seat, still mad and sexy as hell. The one I think is Wren calls shotgun and Kai slides in next to me, not one of them speaking a word as they do.

“I can walk.”

They ignore me.

With an exaggerated huff, I lean back and cross my arms like a brat, glancing out the window while Damon pulls away in this undeniably badass machine he calls a car.

After a few minutes of silence, I snap my head to Kai, glaring. “What?”

He rolls his lips to hide a grin, shrugging. “You should ditch that big ass hoodie more often.”

“Anything for you, fuck boy.”

The asshole smirks and runs a finger over my shoulder so I smack his hand away, getting real sick of him and his weird obsession with touching me. Damon eyes me through the rearview and flexes his fist around the steering wheel but he doesn't say anything.

Kai licks his lips, slowly moving his eyes over my form. “You know, if you keep doing that, I'll smack you back.”

“Promise?” I joke, squealing when the car screeches to a halt and I fly forward, face planting the seat in front of me. “Jesus.”

“Should've worn your seatbelt.” Damon deadpans, jumping out and rounding the car to yank me out by my arm.

I shove his hand off me and he allows me to walk by myself, falling in line behind me with his brothers either side of him while I walk up the front steps of the Palace.

“Lookin' good tonight, Marco.” I grin, winking at the hot buzz cut guy I met out here the other morning.

“Damn, girl.” He eyes me, raising a brow when he spots the bag of weed I'm carrying. “Subtle much?”

“Not my style.”

“You don't say.” He laughs lightly, quickly straightening up and averting his eyes when the three pricks behind me hit him with their dark stares.

I scoff, shaking my head.

Of fucking course he's terrified of them.

We walk through the lobby and ride up to the penthouse in heated silence. As soon as the elevator doors slide open, I step out first to find Elijah and Katherine standing in the kitchen together, both snapping their heads this way when they spot me with them.

“Sup, Dad?” Wren tips his chin, but Elijah doesn't even acknowledge he's spoken.

He's looking at me, frowning a bit.

“You know, where I come from..” I raise a bitchy ass brow, climbing the stairs. “Snitches get a helluva lot more than stitches.”

His frown deepens and he slowly looks from me to his boys.

Katherine slides her snake eyes from them to me, setting her wine glass down on the island to crook a finger at me. “Callie, a word, please.”

I laugh lightly, blindly flipping her off over my shoulder. “Here's two.”

I head up to my room and toss my weed in the suitcase I haven't bothered to unpack, then I hit the shower to scrub the night away.

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