Page 83 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“A little bit, yeah,” I say dryly, locking my jaw when he laughs at me. “What’re you doin’ with his phone?”

“Texting his mom.”

“The fuck for?”

“To tell her he’s leaving town and never coming back,” he says simply, looking between us while he types out a message. “You boys better go get ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“To help me bury the body,” he draws out, speaking slowly like I’m stupid. “You know, for a guy who doesn’t talk much, you ask a lotta fuckin’ questions. It’s annoying.”

I blink at that, frowning when I realize he’s not even a little bit joking. “Are you crazy?”

“Another question,” he mutters, smirking to himself when I glare at him.

“We’re not helping you do shit.”

He stops what he’s doing and slowly lifts his eyes to mine, holding them there a second while he pockets both phones. He steps over the dead guy without breaking eye contact and twirls the knife in his hand, the look on his face telling me he’s officially gone and lost his temper.

Fucking lovely.

He stops right in front of me and Levi steps closer like he’s about to get between us, but then Zane’s got us both pinned with our backs to the wall, shoulder to shoulder with his hand wrapped around Levi’s throat and his knife pressed up against mine.

“Let me make this very fucking simple for you,” he bites out, adding a little pressure to ensure I stay put. “Like it or not, you’re gonna come with me and help me bury this asshole someplace they’ll never find him, then you’re gonna go home and pretend this never happened, keep your mouths shut tight and move the fuck on without telling a goddamn soul what you saw here tonight. Got it?”

I glare and open my mouth to tell this stupid prick to go fuck himself with his creepy little pocketknife, but then Levi snatches my hand and squeezes, hiding it between my thigh and his. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t even look at me, but I don’t miss the way he digs his nails into my knuckles in warning.

Don’t make him mad.

Anger mixes with fear and fear mixes with guilt and I don’t know what to fucking do, so instead I do nothing, keeping my mouth shut tight like he told me to. Levi gently runs his thumb over the edge of mine but I ignore it, keeping my eyes forward and on Zane. He takes our silence for what it is – submission – and releases us both with a grin, backing up a bit to look down at Donovan’s body.

“Alright, then,” he says, suddenly back to crazy motherfucker mode. “Who wants to rip all his teeth out?”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Wren

Present..

“Wait,” Callie frowns, leaning back in her seat to bounce her eyes between me and Levi. “You two really had a gay threesome with a girl and she had no idea what you were doing?”

I run my fingers over my temples and he raises a brow at her, pouring out another five glasses of whiskey. “Is that really the only thing you heard just now?”

“No,” she mutters, rolling her eyes when she catches Damon’s glare on the side of her face. “What?”

“Don’t even think about it.”

She smirks at that, wiggling her brows. “Too late.”

He snatches her waist and lifts her up onto his lap, pulling her head back by her hair to speak in her ear. Whatever he says has her pouting and I look at Kai, sighing heavily when I catch the look on his face. He’s got his hands linked on the counter with his eyes on me, deep in thought with his brows dipped in the center, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what he’s thinking but not saying.

I’m an idiot.

An idiot with a death wish, it seems, because if I stay with Levi and Freya decides to go to Zane just to fuck with me, he’ll kill us all without blinking, just like Kai said he would.

Levi takes my hand beneath the counter and holds it between both of his, glaring at Freya when she pushes herself off the kitchen wall to step closer to me.

“Can I talk to you?” she asks. “Alone?”

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