Page 102 of Reckless at Westbrook High

Kai laughs lightly and wraps his arm around Callie’s neck, walking her up the long driveway lined by huge oak trees and spotlights on both sides. “Creepy, right?”

“Looks like fuckin’ Hogwarts.”

He snorts and I follow behind them, ignoring Damon’s persistent stare on the side of my face while I toss my roach in the dirt.

Fucking green stuff doesn’t even cut it anymore.

“Wren.”

I pretend I don’t hear him and keep walking, locking my jaw when he snatches my arm to pull me back. He scans my face and I glare, not even a little bit in the mood for him and his bullshit big brother mode.

“What?”

“The fuck you mean what?” he hisses, torn between anger and sadness. “You’re spiralling, brother. Fast.”

“And?”

He winces and I yank my arm from his grip, passing Kai and Callie to walk up to the front door. I ring the doorbell and Zane answers a minute later dressed in a black pair of sweatpants with his chest and abs on full display, his jet black hair falling over his eyes in a way that makes him look more devil than human. Damon called him earlier today so he knew we were coming, but he still raises a cocky ass brow while he moves his eyes over the four of us.

“Where’s Levi?”

I cock my head and he laughs at me, tipping his chin for us to follow him inside. We do and he leads us over to the curved staircase in the center of the entryway, up to the first floor and down the hall towards his bedroom. He takes the key from his pocket and unlocks the door, moving for the black wooden desk set up on the far side of the room. Happy Song by Bring Me The Horizon plays quietly from somewhere and I look around, scrunching my nose when I get a look at the live footage of Demi Adams right there on the fucking monitor. She’s kneeling down on her bedroom floor wearing a black t-shirt that’s way too big for her and nothing else, casually muttering the lyrics to herself while she paints something in black and white, and it doesn’t take a genus to figure out she has no idea she’s being watched by a hidden camera twenty four seven.

Zane catches me looking and turns the screen so we can’t see, dropping down in his seat to hold a hand out to Callie. “I know you’ve got it, sweetheart.”

Her nostrils flare at the endearment but she takes the USB from her pocket, ignoring his hand to toss it down on the desk in front of him. He smirks like the evil piece of shit he is and plugs it into his laptop, taking his pocketknife out to play with it while he watches the tape of us burying Donovan’s body.

“How did my uncle even get this?”

“Freya told us he’s had his guards watching Levi’s every move since he was born,” Damon tells him, leaning his ass back on the desk to wrap his arms around Callie’s waist. “They must’ve followed you into the woods that night and taped it for him.”

He nods and takes the USB from the slot, reaching into the drawer beside him to pull out a piece of paper. “Where is Freya, anyway?”

“Probably hiding out with Derek until she can scrounge enough cash to catch a flight back to New York,” Kai mutters, stealing my lighter to toss it to Zane. “Fuckin’ whore.”

“You goin’ after her?”

Four heads turn my way but I ignore it, watching Zane while he sets the paper alight and tosses it into the trash can on the floor.

I could go after her and make her suffer for fucking me over again, but it’s more fun to let her live in fear, constantly looking over her shoulder like we’re about to pop out of nowhere at any given time.

That’s her punishment.

And if Killian gets ahold of her before we get ahold of him, it’s not my fuckin’ problem.

Bitch can burn in hell for all I care.

Zane sighs and tosses the USB into the fire, leaning back in his seat to look at me. “He came here the night they raped her, you know.”

Callie winces before she can stop it and I work my jaw, honest to god resisting the urge to snatch that knife from his hand and shove it through his fucking face, but I can’t resist asking. “Why would he come to you?”

“Because I’m good at killing people,” he says simply, reaching into the little black box on his desk to toss me something. “Here.”

I catch it and pull my head back, looking down at the bag of coke in my hand. “The fuck’s this for?”

“Take it and find out.”

I swallow and wrap my fist around it, ignoring the eyes on me while I move to leave.

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