Page 87 of Reckless at Westbrook High

He kisses me and I kiss him back, sliding my hands through his to pull him away from the wall. We turn around and walk for the stairs, freezing mid step when we catch his family standing at the bottom with their eyes on us, listening to our every word, it seems.

“Shut the fuck up.”

They laugh at him and he rolls his eyes, looking at me over his shoulder while we walk into the elevator.

“You’re having her followed?”

I nod, leaning back against the wall beside him.

“How long?”

“Couple weeks.”

He glares and I look away, doing my best to ignore the way he looks like he’s ready to knock my ass out for keeping it from him.

If only that were my biggest problem.

Fuck, he’s gonna kill me.

* * *

Wren pulls up on the edge of the cliff beside Damon and the five of us jump out as one, all walking for the blacked out SUV parked a few feet away from us. Ross leans back against the side of his car with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes on me, his bright blond hair sticking up in all directions like he’s spent the last few hours running his hands through it.

“You’re a fucking idiot, you know that?”

“I didn’t know what else to do,” he defends, feigning hurt. “God, you’re so ungrateful.”

I roll my eyes and move to open the trunk, wincing at the noise when Freya screams like she’s fixing to wake the dead. She’s lying on her side with her hands tied behind her back, unable to see anything due to the black hood covering her entire head. She’s probably terrified considering she’s just been tied up and kidnapped from a prison and all that, but I can’t bring myself to give a fuck.

Bitch shouldn’t have been so fuckin’ dumb.

I pull the hood from her head and she squeals, but then her eyes adjust to the light and she blinks, visibly relaxing when she sees it’s us. I cock my head at that, barely managing to hide my amusement because if she thinks we’re here to save her, she’s dead fucking wrong.

“Is he gone?” she chokes out, dipping her head to wipe her tears with her shoulder.

I ignore her and look at Ross, shaking my head at him when I catch him sliding his eyes over Callie and her form. “Get the fuck outta here before you get your ass beat.”

He raises a brow and tilts his head to light a cigarette, still looking at her. “Alright but damn, pretty girl, you might be worth i–”

Damon shoves his ass back and he hides a grin, backing away from us with his hands raised in mock surrender. I grab Freya’s waist to pull her out of the trunk and Ross tosses me her phone, throwing a wave over his shoulder while he moves for the driver’s side door. He leaves and the five of us move to surround her on all sides, leaving Callie standing toe to toe with her considering she’s the only one of us willing to hit a girl. Freya looks between us and swallows, pulling on the rope wrapped around her wrists when she catches the look on Callie’s face. Fresh tears leak from her eyes and she tries to make a run for it, but then Callie snatches her throat and shoves her back against Kai’s chest, leaning over her to crowd her space.

“What did you tell her?”

“Nothing,” she chokes out, sobbing so hard she’s struggling to breathe. “Callie, please don’t hurt me. I swear to god I didn’t tell her anyt–”

“You swear to god?”

All the color drains from Freya’s face and I tense, looking over my shoulder to find my cousin leaning back against the side of Wren’s car with his hood pulled over his head and his arms crossed over his chest.

Fuck.

“You’re a little snitch and a little liar, huh, Freya?” he teases, laughing to himself when she dips her head to hide behind Callie.

Logan stands on his right with another guy I know is Roman and Demi stands on his left, smirking at me like the evil little bitch she is. “Bad Levi.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Callie bites out, releasing her grip on Freya’s throat to face them fully.

Demi cocks her head at her and I look at Zane, quickly moving to block his path when he pushes himself off the car and steps towards Callie. I honestly don’t know whether he’s after her or Freya, but I’m not about to take that chance either way.

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