Page 44 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“You’re not here to pay me,” Jason guesses, blowing his smoke in Katherine’s face. “You’re gonna kill me with that thing, aren’t you?”

She nods, smirking when his nostrils flare.

“What do you want with her?”

“Do you really care?” she challenges, waving a hand around the tiny apartment Callie grew up in. “You’re not exactly winning father of the year any time soon.”

“You know nothing about what I’ve done for that ungrateful little bitch,” he snaps, losing his temper. “I raised her, I gave up everything for her, all while you were off living the goddamn high life and fucking your way to the top.”

“That sounds an awful lot like jealousy,” she teases, laughing lightly when he tosses his roach on the floor and steps closer, leaning over her to get in her face.

“She hates you,” he growls, speaking through his teeth. “Always has, always will. You have no fucking idea who you’re up against here, Kat.”

“I think I’ll take my chances,” she says, shoving his chest to push him down on the couch.

“Then you’re a dead girl walking,” he taunts her, wincing when she presses the ball of her foot into his knee and twists it, adding a little pressure. “Fuck.”

She laughs at him for real this time, leaning over him to press her gun to the edge of his temple. “God, you’re even more pathetic than I remember.”

He snarls like a dog and opens his mouth to say something else, but he doesn’t get the chance before she squeezes the trigger, looking him dead in the eye while she puts a bullet through his skull. The video cuts off and Callie stares at the screen with a scarily blank expression on her face, stepping closer to pull the laptop to the edge of the desk. She bends over to rewind it to the beginning and I cringe, looking at Damon to check his reaction. He shakes his head and waves me off, wordlessly telling me to let her do her thing. I nod and risk another glance at Levi, frowning when I catch him staring at her ass with a cocky little tip to his lip. Jealously courses through me and I shove his ass back, grinding my teeth when he drops his eyes to hide a grin, knowing he’s been caught. I glare at him and walk over to the pussy in the corner, grabbing him by the arm when he tries another run for the fire escape. I shake my head at him and pull him back in, tossing his ass to the carpet again.

“I said stay.”

“Fuck, man, what do you even want from me?” he snaps, bravely hopping to his feet to level with me. “I told you I don’t fucking know where he wen–”

I pull my fist back and punch him in the mouth, cocking my head when he grunts and falls back against the wall.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

He’s pissed me off and he knows it, which is why he keeps his mouth shut tight, but unfortunately for him, it’s too fucking late for that.

I make him wait while I smoke the last couple hits of my joint, then I flick my roach out through the window and grab his neck to punch him again.

Again and again and again.

“Wren.”

I ignore that and carry on hitting him, craving the release it offers me, but then Levi locks his arms around my waist and pulls my back to his chest, trapping me against his body. “Enough.”

“Fuck you.”

He laughs lightly at that, leaning over me to speak in my ear. “You really wanna have this conversation again?”

I groan before I can stop it, tipping my head back on his shoulder when I feel his hard cock pressed up against my ass.

“Fuck, Lev,” I plead, unsure what I’m begging for, but then I remember. “He hurt Callie.”

“I know, baby,” he says softly, dipping his head to kiss the pulsing vein in my neck. “But I’m not about to stand here and watch you kill him for it.”

I blink and look down at the guy on the floor, and it’s only now I realize he’s already out cold.

Shit.

The asshole behind me finally loosens his grip on my waist and I shove his ass back, ignoring the four pairs of curious eyes on us while I follow them out towards the exit. Levi falls in line beside me and I fight to keep my heart in check, doing my best to not look directly at him when I catch him adjusting his cock behind his zipper. Callie faces forward again and slides the flash drive into the back pocket of her jeans, and that’s when I spot the black chunk of metal peeking out of her waistband at the bottom of her spine.

He wasn’t staring at her ass.

He was staring at her fucking gun.

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