Page 114 of Reckless at Westbrook High

All heads turn her way and she opens and closes her mouth a couple times, unsure what to say. “Uh.. no?”

“Callie..”

“Yes, Damon?”

“I fucked you in that.”

“And it was so good, baby,” she teases, smirking when he glares and backs her up against the wall.

“You think you’re funny?”

“I think you’re overreacting.”

“Is that right?”

She nods and he cocks his head, leaving her there while he turns to walk for the stairs. He comes back a minute later with another black hoodie in his hand and pushes mine over her shoulders, tossing it to me just to replace it with his own. He pulls the hood up over her head and zips it up to her chin, taking her face in her hands to smash his mouth on hers.

“Mine.”

She bites her lip ring to hide a grin and I fight to keep mine in check, laughing lightly when she cuts her eyes to me.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say shit.”

She flips me off and I laugh for real this time, pulling my phone out to text Ross to let him know we’re on our way. Damon moves to grab his gun from the kitchen counter and Callie snatches the hoodie from my hand, quickly shoving it beneath one of the black throw pillows on the couch. I shake my head at her but she pretends not to notice, casually falling in line beside us while we walk for the elevator. Damon side eyes her and she smiles at him, rolling her eyes when she catches the amusement on my face.

“Don’t even flatter yourself, gorgeous,” she mutters, keeping her voice low so only I can hear her. “It’s comfy as fuck and it’s mine, alright?”

“Alright.”

“I hate you.”

“I hate you more.”

“You do not hate me,” she throws back, eyeing me over her shoulder while she wraps her arm around Wren’s waist. “Your boyfriend told me so.”

The twins hit us with their stupid ass matching grins and I feign a glare, snatching Wren’s hand to pull him away from her and into me.

“Fuckin’ brat.”

“What’d you just call me?”

“Nothin’.”

* * *

Twenty minutes later, the five of us pull our hoods over our heads and make our way up the driveway towards my father’s house. I’m fully aware no one’s home right now, but as soon as Killian realizes what we’re doing here, he’ll quit hiding like the pussy he is and come running, just like we want him to.

“This cocky fucker really keeps all his cash hidden in his own house?” Callie whispers. “Like all of it?”

I nod and take my key out to open the garage door, tilting my head for them to follow me inside. They do and I check the time on my phone, knowing we won’t have long to get what we need and get out once the guard watching the cameras lets him know we’re here. We get to my father’s office on the west side of the house and I open the door, gesturing to the huge wooden bookcase on the left wall.

“It’s that one.”

The boys move to reveal the secret door behind it and I move for the trap door hidden beneath the ugly ass rug in the center of the room, entering the nine digit code he gave me when I was twelve to get the safe open. I pocket Killian’s passport and reach inside to grab the key taped to the edge, quickly tossing it to Callie while I put everything back the way I found it. She unlocks the door and I stand to follow them, flicking the switch on the wall to illuminate the staircase leading to the circular vault at the end of the hallway. My chest tightens at the sight of it but I keep walking, doing my best to ignore the memories of him locking me in there when I was a kid, punishing me for fuck knows what. I don’t remember what I did wrong, all I remember is the blackness and the fear.. the hunger and the desperate need for human contact.. the hours I spent screaming for my mom, begging her to let me out.

“Lev..”

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