Page 88 of Reckless at Westbrook High

He’s not getting her.

The boys fall in line beside me to form a solid line in front of her and Zane sighs like he’s short for time, moving his eyes across the four of us. “You’re really gonna make me do this the hard way?”

We stay where we stand and he rolls his eyes at us, shocking the shit out of me when he pulls his fist back and punches me directly between the eyes.

Hard.

My head hits the gravel and I black out, coming back a little while later to the sound of Freya’s hysterical screams filling my ears. I grind my teeth together and blink my eyes open, giving myself exactly three seconds to breathe while I fight the temptation to throttle her for getting us all killed.

Fucking figures I’m about to be thrown off a cliff by my own flesh and blood, but that’s my fucked up family for you.

At least Killian can’t kill me now.

Someone shakes me a little bit and I groan at the pain racking through my skull, finding Callie kneeling beside me with her hands on my chest and her eyes on my face, her dark brows pulled in at the center like she’s searching for something.

Or someone.

“What did you just say?”

I ignore that and force myself up to sit, muttering a curse when I spot Wren pinning Zane to the hood of his Lamborghini with his hands wrapped around his throat. Damon’s throwing down with Logan a few feet away and Kai’s doing the same with Roman, not one of them noticing when Demi steals Zane’s knife from the pocket of his hoodie and moves towards Wren like she’s about to fucking stab him. My heart leaps into my throat and I scramble to my feet, but before I can even think about stopping her, Callie grabs her by the scruff of her hoodie and shoves her ass back, pulling her fist back to punch her square in the nose.

Fuck.

Her ass hits the floor and every one of us stops to look her way – even Freya shuts her mouth because fuck, Demi Adams is not the girl to fuck with like that, but it seems Callie doesn’t give a shit, consequences be damned. Demi wipes the blood from her nose and drops her jaw, hitting Callie with a look that says bitch, you did not just do that to me. Callie smirks and Demi moves like she’s about to rush her, but then Callie straddles her waist and smashes her head back against the gravel. She punches her again and Demi gives back as good as she gets, pulling Callie’s head back by her hair to press Zane’s knife to her neck. The boys step forward as one and I do the same, locking my jaw when Zane cuts his eyes to mine, his warning clear.

Don’t touch her.

“Fuck, Callie, don’t move,” Wren rushes out, clearly terrified she’s about to slit her own throat the same way Donovan did two years ago.

She laughs lightly at that, grinning like a crazy person despite her current situation. “Relax, ganja man. I’m not stupid.”

“You sure?” Demi teases, leaning up to get in her face. “You look kinda stupid.”

“Bitch, shut the fuck up.”

“Make me, whore.”

Callie glares and pulls her gun out from the waistband of her jeans, distracting her long enough to snatch her wrist and twist it to the side. She hits her again and Demi sits up to hit her right back, but then Zane growls and smacks his fist against the hood of Wren’s car.

“Enough!”

Demi’s body goes limp at the sound of his voice and she drops to the floor like a sack of bricks, lying flat on her back with her arms spread out either side of her. Callie cocks her head at that, looking down at her with a mixture of confusion and amusement.

“She’s an obedient little thing, isn’t she?”

Demi ignores her and keeps her eyes on Zane’s, smirking like the devil she is when he steps closer and crouches down beside her, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Gimme the fuckin’ knife.”

She does as she’s told and slaps the palm of his hand with the pointy end, laughing to herself when it cuts him.

“Fuck, bitch,” he hisses, lifting his hand to his mouth to suck the blood away.

Callie raises a brow at them and Damon snatches her waist, pulling her off Demi’s lap to set her down on her feet. He takes her face in his hands to inspect the damage there and I look at Wren, locking my jaw when I spot the bruises on his face and the blood pouring from the nasty cut beneath his left eye.

“You alright, Lev?” he asks, stepping closer to bounce his eyes between mine. “You went down hard, man.”

I nod and slide my arms around his waist, carefully dropping my forehead on his. “You rushed him?”

“He punched you.”

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