Page 117 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“Told you,” he chuckles, removing the tape from Killian’s ankles to rip him out by the scruff of his neck.

He and Kai take one arm each to drag him over to the door and I follow beside Damon and Callie, not missing the way he’s practically vibrating with anticipation for what’s to come.

He’s out for blood.

I catch his eyes and he nods once, letting me know he’s good. It looks like bullshit and I’m pretty sure he knows that, but I can’t say I blame him. If anyone dared to hurt Wren the way they hurt his wife, I’d be fixing to burn the motherfucking world down, as well.

I hit the button for the shutter and dip my head to walk inside, finding Frank strapped to a chair in the middle of the room with his arms stretched out at two forty five degree angles, both of his wrists chained to the ceiling with his head hanging loosely between his shoulder blades. His bare chest is covered in slashes and blood and there’s a miniature pocketknife sticking out of his left arm, the blood from that dripping down onto the huge plastic sheet laid out beneath him.

Goddamnit, Zane.

Just as I think it, I spot him leaning back in his seat in the corner with his ankles crossed on the table and his phone turned sideways in his hand, watching something that sounds an awful lot like The Vampire Diaries.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?”

“He fell asleep,” he says simply, shrugging like that explains it. “I got bored.”

“You started already?”

“I got bored,” he repeats, slower this time. “Jesus, are you deaf?”

“I told you to wait for Callie.”

“And I told you to bring me a pizza but here we are,” he throws back, tossing his phone down on the table to look at my father. “You good, uncle Killian? You look a little pale there, man.”

He mumbles something I don’t catch and Kai feigns a frown, reaching over to rip the tape from his mouth. “What was that?”

“Fucking cunt,” he bites out, gritting his teeth at the sting. “I’m gonna kill every last one of y–”

Kai barks out a sinister laugh and punches him in the mouth, easily knocking his ass to the floor before he can finish the threat. “Get the fuck up.”

Killian groans and tries to roll onto his side, but that’s a little hard to do with his wrists taped behind his back.

“Didn’t think so,” Kai says smugly, crouching down beside him to free his hands. “You ready, brother?”

Damon nods and takes Callie’s waist to prop her up on the table next to Zane, kissing her lips before he turns to face the man who raped her three years ago. Killian leans up on his hands and lifts his chin to look at him, forcing a glare in a lame ass attempt to hide the fear in his eyes, but we all see it.

“Run.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

He ditches the tough guy act and jumps up to make a beeline for the door, skidding to a stop when Wren and Kai appear out of nowhere to block his path.

“Too slow, motherfucker,” they say together, slowly walking him back until his back hits Damon’s chest.

Killian jumps at the contact and spins to face him fully, and then all hell breaks loose. Damon’s eyes go black with rage and he punches him so hard he loses a fucking tooth, hitting him again and again until his knuckles are split and bleeding. Frank wakes up a little while later and Damon moves to free him from his chains, leaving Killian lying on the floor a minute while he beats the shit out of Frank, instead. Wren and Kai stay close to ensure he doesn’t kill them before it’s time and I jump up to sit beside Callie, laughing lightly when she grins and passes me a lit joint.

“You sure you’re all there?”

“I told you I’m not crazy.”

“That’s what a crazy person would say.”

She shakes her head at me and resumes watching her husband, quiet a minute before she speaks again. “Tell me somethin’, gorgeous.”

“What’s that, Callie?”

“Would we still be here?”

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