Page 93 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“You two haven’t changed a bit,” he chuckles, grinning like he’s proud of the fact.

“What the hell are you talkin’ about?”

“Don’t you recognize him yet?” he teases her, tilting his head at me. “Look closer.”

She does and I scrub a hand over my mouth, risking a glance at Wren to check his reaction. His dark hair’s fallen over his eyes and he’s breathing hard through his nose, glaring at me like he’s fixing to throttle me for lying to him this whole time, but what he doesn’t know is that this is about to get so much worse.

This is the part where I lose him.

And it’s fucking killing me.

Callie catches the look in my eyes and locks her jaw, done playing with me, it seems. “Who are you?”

I turn in my seat to face her fully and take her gun out from my jeans, leaning my elbows on my knees to level with her. “Do you remember the day you got this?”

All the color drains from her face and she pulls her head back, staring at me like she’s seen a ghost. “What the fuck do you know about my gun?”

I don’t want her to hear this.

But I won’t let her hear it from him, either.

It has to be me.

“I’m the one who gave it to you.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Levi

Three years ago..

“How long’s this gonna take?” I mutter, scrolling through Wren’s Instagram account for the seventh time in four hours because I’m a pathetic stalker with no chill, it seems.

“Not long,” my father replies, reaching into the duffel bag at his feet to toss me a black ski mask. “Quit complaining and put that on.”

“Why?”

“To hide your face,” he draws out, explaining it to me like I’m stupid. “Jason O’Conner has no idea who we are and I’d like to keep it that way.”

I don’t know who Jason O’Conner is, I don’t know what the fuck he did to earn himself a home visit from my father and his psycho best friend at two in the morning, and honestly, I don’t fucking care.

I just wanna get this over with.

The driver pulls up outside some shitty apartment building in the middle of Vegas and I frown, looking from it to Killian. “How much does this guy owe you?”

“He lost five grand at the casino last weekend,” Frank tells me, laughing at the memory. “Stupid fucker couldn’t pay up and promised us six by tonight.”

“There’s no way he’s got six hundred, let alone six grand,” I inform him, shoving my phone back into the pocket of my sweats.

“I know,” he grins wickedly, pulling his mask over his face. “You ready to have some fun, kid?”

I ignore him and pull my own mask on, climbing out of the limo to follow them to the front entrance. Killian presses the button for apartment seven and waits, pushing his way through the door when it finally clicks open a few minutes later.

“He’s expecting you?” I ask, falling in line beside him while Frank does the same on his other side.

He nods, pulling a gun out from his waistband to pass it to me.

“What’s this for?”

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