Page 94 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“If you point it at someone you don’t like and press that little button underneath, their head’ll blow off and they’ll die,” Frank jokes, laughing at me when I flip him off.

“Fuck you.”

He laughs some more and I roll my eyes, sliding the gun into the pocket of my hoodie. We walk up to the first floor and Frank pounds his fist against the wood, damn near bouncing on his heels at the thought of what’s to come. Another minute passes and I’m almost sure my father’s about three seconds away from kicking it down, but then a shirtless guy with dark hair swings the door open and swallows, sliding his eyes across the three of us. He looks fucking terrified, and I don’t miss the knife in his hand or the fresh blood dripping from the tips of his fingers.

What the fuck?

He swallows again and starts to speak, shutting his mouth just as quick when Killian lifts his gun to his forehead. “I’m gonna make this real simple for you, Jason. Do you have my money? Yes or n–”

“I have a girlfriend,” he blurts, moving aside to reveal the girl lying on the dingy kitchen floor.

She’s got dark brown hair and hazel eyes, wearing black sweats and a tight tank with her mouth taped shut and her hands zip locked behind her back. My eyes drop to the blood leaking from the nasty looking stab wound between her shoulder blades and she glares at me, struggling to sit up like she’s attempting to hide it.

“A girlfriend,” Killian says dryly, lowering his gun to his side. “How old is she?”

“Nineteen.”

That girl is not nineteen, but it seems my father doesn’t feel like calling him out on his bullshit. He steps inside the apartment and crooks a finger for us to follow him, crouching down beside her to remove the tape from her mouth.

“Don’t scream,” he warns, gently brushing his thumb over the metal ring on her bottom lip. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Fuck you.”

He slaps her and snatches her jaw, digging his fingers into her flesh to force her eyes back to his. “Try again.”

“Fuck.. you,” she repeats, smirking up at him despite the blood dripping from her mouth. “A little bitch slap ain’t gonna rattle me, old man. Try again.”

My brows jump at the balls on this girl and he cocks his head at her, turning to look at Jason over his shoulder. “What’s her name?”

“Callie.”

“Callie,” he echoes, reaching over to take the knife from his hand. “And you’re offering her to me? Just like that?”

“Clear my debt and she’s yours.”

He pauses, but I can practically hear the grin splitting his lips. “Deal.”

Frank laughs like a psychopath and I pull my head back, nervously bouncing my eyes between the two. “What the fuck are you doing?”

They ignore me and Killian gets behind her to cut the zip lock from her wrists, grabbing a fist full of her hair to shove her down on her stomach.

“Get off me, you sick fuck,” she growls, curling her arms beneath her chest in an attempt to push herself up, but she can’t do it, and it’s only now I realize how sluggish her movements are.

She’s been drugged.

That’s why he didn’t hurt her just now.

She can’t fucking feel it.

Killian holds her down while he shoves her sweats down over her ass and I move without thinking, but then Frank locks his arms around my waist and pulls me back to his chest, still laughing his ass off while my father unbuttons his pants to pull his cock out.

“Dad!” I shout, watching in horror while he forces his way inside her. “Jesus, fuck, she’s just a kid!”

“Who the fuck you callin’ a kid, kid?” Frank teases, leaning over me to speak in my ear. “She’s fucking gorgeous. Don’t tell me you don’t want a piece of that hot little pussy.”

I throw my elbow back to hit the fucker square in the nose and he grunts out a curse, shoving my ass to the floor to kick me in the ribs. He does it again and I fight like fuck to try to get to her, but that only pisses him off more.

“Stupid little cunt,” he bites out, kicking me in the head this time.

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