Page 120 of Reckless at Westbrook High

We laugh quietly and Wren pulls his phone out from his pocket, keeping one arm wrapped around my neck while he looks down to check it. “It’s time, Lev.”

“Hey, Callie?”

“Sup, gorgeous?”

“It’s your birthday,” I inform her, lifting his phone to show her the time. “You ready for the last part?”

She nods and Wren pulls my mouth back to his, kissing me again before he climbs off me to go stand with his brothers. Zane backs up a couple steps and I move to stand beside Callie, pulling my gun out from my waistband to hold it to Killian’s forehead. She does the same with Frank and their shoulders fall as one, wrongly assuming this is the end. Little do they know, this is just the beginning for them.

“How long until they bleed out?” I ask Zane, grinning when Killian’s eyes widen in panic.

“No–”

I shoot him in the leg to shut him up and Zane shrugs, falling back in his seat to continue watching his show on his phone. “Depends how much blood they’re losing. Could be a few minutes, could be a few hours.”

“I’ll make this quick, then,” I say simply, pulling up the news footage Elijah sent us just now. “Your money’s gone, your drugs are gone, your men are gone, every casino, nightclub and business you own are being torn apart inch by inch, and your wife’s probably ratting you out to the cops to save her own ass right this second.”

Killian’s burnt face reddens further and he looks at the phone in my hand, the veins in his neck popping overtime while he watches my mom being dragged away from the country club with her hands cuffed behind her back. The press invade her space and her makeup stains her cheeks, her shame and despair as clear as day while the police walk her over to the back seat of their car.

“You have nothin–”

“You stupid little boy!” he roars, his entire body shaking where he sits, but it’s not out of anger.

He’s dying.

Slowly.

Painfully.

Just like she wanted.

“If I have nothing, you have n–nothing,” he stammers, his chest heaving with the effort. “Nothing.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, asshole,” I tease, side eyeing Wren while I lean over him to get in his face. “I have everything I ever wanted right there.”

He growls like a dog and Wren chews his lip to hide a cute ass grin, his baby blue eyes promising me a million things I never thought I’d have.

Family, freedom, love.. him.

It’s all mine.

He’s all mine.

Callie tilts her head at me and I go with her, looking at Zane while we walk for the boys. “Let em’ die on their own, alright? Ross is on his way to help you babysit.”

He waves me off with his eyes glued to his phone and I shake my head at him, ignoring the pleading screams behind me while I take Wren’s hand in mine. The five of us head out to the SUVs without looking back and Damon opens the passenger side door for Callie, pointing at me with his eyes narrowed.

“Do not let him touch your dick.”

“Why the hell not?” Kai calls, walking backwards to the car behind us. “You let Callie do it to you.”

“Yeah, well, he sucks at multitasking. I don’t.”

We all laugh at him and he rolls his eyes, but I don’t miss the amusement there. I climb into the driver’s seat and Wren climbs in beside me, reaching over the center console to link my fingers with his. He passes out almost as soon as we hit the highway and I smile to myself, gently running my thumb over the edge of his.

All fucking mine.

Chapter Thirty-Four

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