Page 91 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“Not sure, boss,” the bald guy beside him answers, straightening his spine when he scowls at him.

“Go get her, you fucking idiot.”

He moves to do as he’s told and Callie frowns, looking at Killian. “Wait, you’re the one working with Freya?” she asks, pulling her head back when he nods. “I don’t get it. What do you get out of blackmailing her ex–boyfriend into marrying her?”

He laughs at that, shaking his head at her like she said something adorable. “I don’t give a damn who Wren Kingston marries, sweetheart, just as long as it isn’t my fucking son.”

“Your son?” she echoes. “Who the fuck is your–”

The evil bastard cocks his head at me and she follows his line of sight, dropping her jaw when it hits her.

“You gotta be kidding me,” she whispers, laughing to herself when she catches the guilt on my face, but she doesn’t find me funny. “You’ve known who I am this whole time, haven’t you?”

I keep my mouth shut and she scoffs, uncapping the bottle in her hand to swallow a big ass mouthful. Wren’s eyes burn two holes through the side of my head and Damon looks from Killian to Callie, carefully reaching out for her hand to pull her away from him.

“Baby, do you know him?”

“He’s my boss.”

“Your old boss,” Killian corrects her. “You quit despite the fact I offered to pay you double, remember?”

She fails to hide a glare and he smirks, tipping his chin at the suited men surrounding him.

“All four, boss?”

“Just the brothers. Don’t touch Callie or Levi.”

Fuck.

They move to get behind the boys beside me and Callie panics, quickly pulling her gun out from behind her back like she’s about to start putting bullets in their kneecaps. Killian raises a brow and casually lifts his gun to Damon’s head, holding his hand out in front of her with the patience of a saint while he waits for her to make her choice. He’ll kill her husband without blinking and she knows it, which is why she admits defeat and hands him the gun, locking her jaw when he winks at her.

“That’s my girl.”

Fuck, I think I’m gonna puke.

His men finish cuffing the boys’ hands behind their backs and Kai rolls his eyes, looking down at the one searching his jeans for weapons. “Bitch, I’m not fuckin’ packin’. That’s my dick.”

He pays him no attention so Kai kicks him hard in the shin, laughing when he grunts and doubles over.

“You little shit.”

“I think we’ve already established I’m not little,” he teases, smirking when he scowls and ties a black rag around his head to gag him with it. “Kinky fucker.”

He does the same with Wren and Damon and Callie watches with her brows dipped in confusion, probably wondering why they’re not restraining her as well. She moves to follow them through the store without having to be told and I walk behind her, but then Killian snatches my arm and pulls me into him, digging his nails into my flesh while he leans over to speak in my ear.

“You’re either with me or against me,” he says quietly, his threatening tone leaving no room for argument. “If you want your little friend to make it through the night, I suggest you fall in line and stay there.”

My nostrils flare and I look down at Callie’s gun in his hand, but he doesn’t offer me the time to make a decision the way he did her. Instead he shoves it at my chest and walks away from me, making a point to bump my shoulder with his before he heads for the employee exit at the back of the building.

“Where is Freya?”

“S-She got away from me, boss,” the bald guy stammers, probably expecting a bullet to the head. “Should I keep looking?”

“No, we’ll deal with her tomorrow,” he waves him off, tipping his chin at the three guys he’s leaving behind. “Clean this place up and get rid of the body, then take the Lamborghinis to the house and meet me in LA.”

They grin at his suddenly forgiving mood and I grind my teeth, knowing the only reason he seems so happy tonight is because he’s finally got his hands on her. I follow him out to the black limo parked outside and slide Callie’s gun into the waistband of my jeans, climbing inside to sit beside my father. Callie takes the seat between Damon and Kai and I lift my eyes to look at Wren, swallowing the emotion creeping up my throat when I catch the look on his face.

If looks could kill, I’d be burning in hell.

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