Page 119 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“It’s not happening,” he says slowly, speaking through his teeth.

“But, baby,” Callie whines, gesturing to me and Wren. “Look how hot they are together. Don’t you want that?”

“Are you trying to piss me off?”

“A little bit, yeah.”

He growls again and she laughs at him, walking over to wrap her arms around his neck. He squeezes her ass while he kisses her and Killian snarls, tearing his eyes away from them to look at me. His face is black and blue and he’s practically choking on the blood dripping from his nose and mouth, but it seems his disgust toward gay people hasn’t faded.

“Fucking faggo–”

Callie rips her gun out from her waistband and shoots him in the shoulder, ripping his head back by his hair to get in his face. “Say that again,” she warns, digging the metal into the hole she just made. “I fucking dare you.”

He bites down on his teeth to suppress a scream and she releases him with a shove, moving back a step to tilt her head at Zane. He grins to himself and stands up to go to her, handing her what she wants without having to be told. She takes the cloth soaked in water and Zane gets behind Killian to hold his jaw open for her, laughing lightly when she pinches his nose and shoves it into his mouth without a second thought.

“You done this before?”

She nods and Killian thrashes against their grip, his eyes wide with panic while they drown him. She waits a few more seconds and then removes the cloth from his mouth, side eyeing me while she dunks it back into the bowl of water on the table.

“The vault..” she starts, locking her jaw when she catches the look on my face. “He locked you in there?”

“Callie–”

“Tell her, Lev,” Wren whispers over my lips, gently running his hands through my hair. “It’s okay. I got you.”

I nod once and her nostrils flare, her anger rising to levels I’ve never seen on her before with every passing second. “And Ross? What’s his story?”

I swallow the acid creeping up my throat and tighten my grip on Wren’s waist, hesitating a second before I decide to tell her. “It was his sister.”

She inhales an aggravated breath and looks at Killian, damn near losing her shit when he hits her with the same twisted grin I’ve seen countless times before.

“I have no idea who he’s talking about, sweetheart, but whoever she was, I’m sure her pussy wasn’t nearly as tight as y–”

She loses her shit for real this time and Damon rushes her, quickly locking his arms around her waist to hold her back. “Baby, this is exactly what he wants from you,” he says quietly, leaning over her to speak in her ear. “He knows he’s gonna die here tonight. He’s tryna get you to kill him faster.”

Knowing he’s right, she relaxes against him and looks at Zane. “What else you got?”

“Fire?”

Her face lights up like a damn Christmas tree and Killian turns a hilarious shade of white, desperately tugging on the chains wrapped around his wrists in an attempt to free himself. He fails to escape and Zane teaches Callie how to set him on fire without killing him, handing her the gasoline to give it a try once she’s confident she can do it. Frank remains awfully quiet through it all, watching them in horror while they burn his best friend alive, but unfortunately for him, they’re just getting started. Zane and Callie torture them both until they’re both screaming and begging for death, but then Zane sprays them off with the hose just for Callie to start all over again.

“Where’s your girl tonight, crazy boy?” she asks, eyeing him while he holds Franks jaw open the same way he did with Killian earlier.

“Now that’s none of your business, sweetheart.”

She glares and he smirks, laughing at her when she reaches over to smack his head with her gun.

“If you think that hurts me, you’re a bigger pussy tha–”

She smacks him harder this time and he flinches, lifting his hand to rub the sore spot.

“Motherfucking ow, bitch.”

She smirks right back at him and shoves the cloth into Frank’s open mouth, leaving it there a little longer this time before she pulls it out again. He splutters uncontrollably and gasps for breath, and I don’t miss the evil ass grin splitting her lips when she realizes he’s crying.

“He chokes on a sob and Zane squeaks out a laugh, leaning over him to do as he’s told.

“Damn,” Kai whispers to himself, dropping down on the empty seat beside me and Wren. “Imma start thinkin’ three times before I piss her off again.”

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