Page 90 of Reckless at Westbrook High

Freya screams again and I grind my teeth so hard I’m sure they’re about to crack, fisting the hem of Wren’s shirt to pull him into me. He sits down between my legs and Callie loses her shit, pulling her arm back to smack the side of Freya’s head with her gun.

“I’m gonna fucking kill y–”

Damon pulls her ass back and spins her to face him, quickly snatching her throat to pull her eyes up to his. “Baby, we need her awake.”

She glares but forces herself still, backing away from him to shove her gun back into the waistband of her jeans. “Fuck this.”

“Where’re you goin’?” Kai calls, frowning when she turns to walk away from us.

“To go buy somethin’ stronger than vodka.”

Damon watches her leave and Kai turns to face Freya, cocking his head when she sobs and wraps her arms around herself. She looks at Wren like she’s begging him to save her but he shakes his head, leaning back on my chest to light a joint.

“You brought this on yourself, Frey,” he mutters, blowing his smoke up to the sky. “What happens to you is not my fuckin’ problem.”

With that, Damon and Kai step forward as one and she cries some more, squealing when Kai wraps her hair around his fist to pull her head back on his shoulder. She inhales a deep breath and holds it there, shaking like a fucking leaf when Damon moves in to sandwich her between them.

“Damon, please don’t hurt m–”

“Gimme a fuckin’ name,” he grits out, leaning over her to crowd her space. “Now.”

Thick tears roll down her cheeks and she slides her eyes to mine, staring at me with something that looks a lot like pity. “Killian Matthews.”

Wren’s joint stills half way to his mouth and I close my eyes, wrapping my arms around his waist to drop my forehead on his shoulder.

Fuck.

“He found me in New York when you were in Cancun and convinced me to come home with him,” she explains, still fucking crying. “I thought it was a good idea at first, you know? I’d get Wren back and everything would go back to the way it was before, but then I couldn’t keep him away from you and your dad lost his fucking mind, told me I needed to find a way to lock him down or he’d kill me.”

My stomach bottoms out and I lift my head to look at her. “He knows about me and Wren?”

She nods, chewing the inside of her cheek. “He told me he’s had his security team following your every move since you were born. He knows everything about you.”

“That’s how he got the tape of us burying the body,” I guess, bouncing my eyes between the air in front of me while I fight to think.

He’s known about us this whole time..

Then why..?

Callie.

I’m still alive because I’m supposed to marry Callie.

Just as I think it, the sound of a gunshot rings out in the distance and my head snaps that way, my body acting on pure instinct alone before my mind has the chance to catch up. The four of us leave Freya on the side of the road and haul ass for the gas station across the street, rushing through the main entrance to find my father standing over the cashier’s body dressed in a black on black suit with a gun pointed at the hole in his face.

Fucking hell.

Callie’s standing just a couple feet away from him with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a few candy bars in the other, looking down at the dead guy with her jaw on the floor.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” she snaps, moving a couple steps to the left like she’s attempting to keep his attention on her and away from us.

She knows him well enough to assume she needs to protect us from the psychotic fucker she calls Louis, but she has no idea who he is or what he’s really capable of, especially not when it comes to her.

“No loose ends, remember?” he replies calmly, unbothered by the fact she just disrespected him in front of us and half a dozen of his men.

I’d get a black eye for that.

“Speaking of loose ends..” he muses, pointing at the street through the shop window. “Why is the Thorne girl running away from me?”

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