Page 62 of Kings of Westbrook High

“You held a gun to one of his men, Callie.” He glares, stepping closer to get in my face.“What were you even thinking bringing them there?”

I glare back, shoving the bag at his chest. “I got it done, didn’t I?”

“I don’t give a fuck!” He snaps, taking another step. “You-”

Damon wraps his arm around my waist to pull my back to his chest and Dean shuts his mouth, raising his brows when the twins take two steps forward either side of us, once again leaving me in the centre of their human triangle.

“Well, I'll be damned.” He laughs lightly, raising his hands and backing away from us.

He tips his chin for me to follow him inside so I do, rolling my eyes when Damon snatches my hand to keep me close. The three of them move their eyes around the small house like they're genuinely fascinated by it, frowning when they get a look at the tiny wooden door that leads to the basement. They have to duck a little to get through it and I hide a laugh, watching Damon for his reaction when he eyes the group of guys in their mid twenties at the bottom of the steps.

He doesn't look happy.

Dean’s giant of a little brother grins when he sees me from his spot on the couch and I grin back, tossing him the paper Honey's bag in my hand. “Sup, Benny?”

“Yes, girl.” He bumps my fist, eyeing the boys behind me. “Who're they?”

“Her stepbrothers.” Dean answers for me, smirking when I glare.

“How do you know that?”

“I'm a cop, babe.” He shrugs, tossing the duffel on the pool table. “I know a lot of things.”

“Call her babe one more fuckin' time, asshole.” Damon growls, leaning back on wall beside me. “I dare you.”

Dean hides a grin and I roll my eyes, moving to take a look at the plants in the corner. “Yo, ganja man.” I call, tipping my chin. “You want some?”

Wren hits me with a lazy ass grin and comes over to choose a bud and Kai frowns, confused. “You wanna explain to me why we've just driven two hundred and fifty miles for this douchebag when he's growing weed right here in his fuckin' basement?”

I hide a laugh, looking at Harley when he freezes with his hands on the duffel. He’s hot as fuck, looks a helluva lot like Machine Gun Kelly and enjoys cutting people for sport, but right now, he looks damn near terrified.

“Uh, Callie..” He clears his throat, side eyeing the boys. “You cool if we do this here?”

I lick my lips, shrugging. “Go ahead. I don't get paid until you weigh it.”

“Will they kill me?”

I cock my head, pretending to think about it. “No, you’re fine.”

“You're in trouble.” Benny sing songs, laughing when I shove his ass.

“Shut up.”

Harley unzips the bag and pulls out the first brick sized package, ripping it open with his knife and snorting a hit right from the blade to check it's the real thing. “Alright, boys, get it done.”

Damon damn near loses his shit at that, rushing me to grip my throat and spin me to face him. “You-”

“Callie, baby.”

I groan, sliding my eyes over my shoulder to watch Dean's Mom hobbling down the stairs in her lilac robes and matching hair wrap.

“Hi, Zelena.”

“Oh, honey.” She coos, grabbing my shoulders to pull me into her. “Your heart is finally warming.”

I cringe at that, awkwardly patting her back when she doesn't let me go.

“It's the angry one, isn't it?” She asks, pulling back to look at me when I don’t answer. “Well, I know it's not that one.” She points at Wren, shaking her head. “His heart is broken. But there's something else..” She trails off, pulling him into her arms.

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