Page 27 of Kings of Westbrook High

“Because she doesn't like spending our money.” Wren tells him, staring at her like a love sick moron while he flicks his ash out the passenger side window.

I glare, fisting the wheel. “Why the fuck are you smoking in my car?”

“I told you we should've used mine.” He shrugs, inhaling another hit.

“You mean the bright orange one?” I deadpan, rolling my eyes when he frowns as if that thought only just occurred to him.

“Oh. Right.”

Kai snorts. “Dumbass.”

“Bitch.”

“Pussy.”

They start smacking each other beside me so I ignore them and look over at Callie inside the shop. She's so fuckin’ fine, wearing her usual I don't give a fuck sweatpants and a cropped hoodie showing off a little strip of flawless caramel skin, all the while taking her sweet ass time choosing her chocolate and candy.

My mind drifts back to the other night when I had her sexy little body pinned beneath me and I lock my jaw, flexing my hand on the wheel.

Katherine's fucking with us.

She wants her daughter here for some reason but she doesn't want her getting close to us. I'm almost sure of that, but I need confirmation, so we're gonna push our stepmother tonight, see how she reacts when she's thrown in hot water.

She won't like it but tough shit.

And the infuriating little punk who's invaded my thoughts for the last eleven days is about to find out our threats weren't empty.

“I don't like this, boys.” Wren sighs, still staring at her. “What if she sends her away?”

“Why do you care so much?” Kai jokes, laughing lightly when Wren turns to glare at him.

“Don't be a fuckin' asshole. She has no one else. She'll get tossed in the system where any fuckin' thing could happen to her.”

“It's three months, not three years.” Kai rolls his eyes, but I see his hesitation. “Soon as she turns eighteen she'll be outta there.”

“And then what? Where's she gonna live, idiot? She'll end up on the streets and be forced to become the broke trash whore we called her.”

The car falls silent a moment and I watch her paying through the window, ignoring the sudden pinch of guilt in my gut. “If she's innocent, she'll stay. If not, what happens to her is not our fucking problem.”

They nod as one and the three of us pull our black hoods over our heads and climb out of the car. Callie exits the shop across the street and freezes like a deer caught in headlights when she sees us coming for her, unsure what to do, but that hesitation just cost her a lot more than she realizes. Before she can even think about running, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her into me while Kai gets behind her to duct tape her hands behind her back. Wren tapes her mouth to shut her up and then she's over my shoulder, kneeing my fucking chest and thrashing in my grip like the wild little fighter she is. I squeeze her peach ass because I fucking feel like it, laughing lightly when she squeals and squeezes her thighs together. Wren smokes his joint while he opens the trunk and I toss her ass inside with a little more force than necessary, grinning when she glares like she wants to kill me.

I like her mad.

Kai smirks like the asshole he is and snatches Wren’s joint from his mouth, holding it down to her taped one. “Want some?”

She hits him with her narrowed hazel eyes and he laughs, then he blows a hit in her face and slams the trunk shut. I hear her kick the hood and lock my jaw, telling myself I'll smack her sexy little ass for that if I ever get the chance, which I'm secretly hoping I do, but that all depends on how tonight goes.

We jump back inside and I speed off towards the edge of the city, turning the music up so it’s loud enough to drown out her screams and the muffled curses thrown our way.

I'm aware we just kidnapped a seventeen year old girl off the street where anyone could have seen us, but I'm not even a little bit concerned about that or the potential consequences. My little brothers and I are untouchable in this city. If anyone saw us back there, they wouldn't dare open their mouths to talk about it, not if they value their lives here.

Westbrook is ours.

Always has been, always will be.

End of fucking story.

A little while later, I kill the headlights and slow to a stop outside the old mental hospital that's been abandoned since before our Grandfather was born. The beat up mansion is surrounded by trees and nothingness for miles, the perfect place for what we have planned for her.

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