Page 92 of Reckless at Westbrook High

Too bad for us, that’s exactly where we’re headed.

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“What are we doing here?” Callie asks me, speaking for the first time since we left the gas station a little over an hour ago.

She’s sitting beside me at the long wooden table set up in the middle of the warehouse in LA – the same one she and the boys showed up at the night they tagged along on one of her runs a couple months back. They’re sitting side by side on the far end of the building by the stairs leading to the railing overhead, still gagged with their hands cuffed behind their backs and their dark stares on me.

I don’t like this.

Not one fucking bit.

But there’s not much I can do about it without risking a bullet to Wren’s head.

Fall in line and stay there.

“I don’t know yet,” I mutter, locking my jaw when she scoffs and looks away from me.

“You’re lying.”

I ignore that, looking up when Killian walks through the main door like he owns the world and every fucker in it. He smirks at the sight of the boys in the corner and takes the seat opposite me and Callie, dropping a small stack of papers on the table between us.

“What are those?”

“Tell me something, Callie,” he starts, ignoring her question. “If I made a deal with a man and that man couldn’t pay up in time, what would I do?”

“Take whatever he owed you plus interest,” she answers, barely skipping a beat.

“Clever girl,” he praises, leaning back in his seat to move her eyes over her form. “Now, what if I told you I made a deal with Jason O’Conner?”

Her entire body locks up and he cocks his head, enjoying the clear flash of fear in her eyes before she masks it.

“Three years ago, your father owed me a lot of money and couldn’t pay it back. What do you think he promised me?”

“His undying loyalty?” she jokes, but I don’t miss the tick in her jaw when he laughs at her.

“Close, but not quite. Try again.”

“Dad..” I warn, keeping my tone even despite the fact my nerves are shot. “Don’t do this. Not here.”

Not in front of them..

“Try again, sweetheart,” he says softly, reaching out to run his thumb over the back of her hand.

This motherfucker.

I react without thinking and slam my fist down on his wrist, jumping up from my seat to shove his ass back. “Don’t fucking touch her.”

Callie’s eyes damn near fall out of her head and she tugs on my arm to pull me back, staring at me with a look that says what the fuck did you just do?

Fuck.

She continues to stare at me like I’ve lost my damn mind so I drop back down in the seat beside her, barely resisting the urge to take her hand in mine to scrub his disgusting scent from her skin. He smirks like he knows it, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out he was testing me just now.

I failed, but I don’t give a fuck.

My loyalty will always lie with her.

Every fucking time.

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