Page 40 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“Double?” she echoes, raising her brows. “Are you for real?”

“Yep.”

“How much is the run?”

“Twenty five.”

“Fuck,” she whispers to herself, looking at Damon to check his reaction. “That’s five grand.”

“I don’t give a fuck how much it is,” he bites out, coming up behind her to pull her head back by her hair. “No means no, punk.”

She starts to argue but he tightens his grip in warning, smirking to himself when she pouts and lifts the phone to her mouth. “Sorry, boss. I’m out.”

“Yeah, I thought you’d say that,” he sighs. “Fuck you, Kingston.”

Damon takes the phone to hang up on him and tosses it down on the side, twisting her in her seat to lift her up onto the island. She narrows her eyes and he laughs lightly, moving in to stand between her open thighs.

“Who’s he?”

“What?”

“Dean said he wants you and only you,” he explains, sliding his hands over her thighs to grab her ass. “Who’s he, Callie?”

“Louis,” she rasps, tipping her head back for him while he leans over to kiss her neck. “He’s the big scary boss man behind the scenes.”

“He wants what’s mine.”

“But he can’t have it,” she assures him, moaning when he sinks his teeth into the spot.

“Good girl,” he praises, lifting his head to look at me and Kai. “Tell the pixie we’ll be in the car.”

We laugh quietly and he lifts her off the counter, wrapping her legs around his waist to carry her over to the elevator. He catches my eyes just before they go inside, and I don’t have to be a mind reader to know what he’s thinking but not saying – he’ll let me off the hook today, but tomorrow’s a different story.

Of course he didn’t forget about me.

The elevator doors close and I look at Kai, pulling my brows in when I catch him staring after them with a far away look in his eyes, and it’s only now I realize I haven’t heard him speak yet.

“What’s wrong with you?”

He doesn’t answer so I look down at the phone in his hand, hiding a grin when I spot the local coffee shop’s Instagram page right there on the screen.

He’s looking for her again.

“You’re coming with me,” I tell him, tapping his cheek. “Let’s go.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I need your help,” I shrug, grinning at him over my shoulder. “We’ll stop and get a coffee on the way.”

He grins back and jumps up like his ass is on fire, worryingly excited for his daily meeting with his newest play thing.

“You’re obsessed, man.”

“Says the dumbass who can’t take his eyes off the blond guy with the dick,” he throws back, laughing at me when I shove his ass.

“Carry on and I’ll fuck you up.”

“Try it, bitch,” he jokes, jumping back out of reach when I move to grab him. “Where’re we goin’, anyway?”

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