Page 98 of Reckless at Westbrook High

I scrub a hand over my mouth and she scoffs, leaning back in her seat to face Killian for the first time since I told her the truth. He smirks at her but she ignores it, doing her best to force her features even because she’s not about to give him the satisfaction of getting to her.

“What are we doing here?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he teases, pulling out a black flash drive to hold it up between them. “I wanted to wait until your birthday to give you this but it seems my petulant nephew has other ideas. Zane wants this by tomorrow night, correct?”

She stares at him and he sighs, plugging it into the laptop on the table beside him. He turns the screen so she can see and clicks the play button, leaning back in his seat to watch her watch it.

“Which one are you again?” Zane asks, looking at Wren over his shoulder while he crouches down beside Donovan to continue ripping his teeth out.

“Wren,” he mutters, lifting his arm to wipe the thin layer of sweat from his forehead. “How much more until we’re done?”

“Only another two feet or so.”

“Only,” he says dryly, tossing his shovel to the ground beside the grave we’re digging. “Fuck this.”

“What’s wrong?”

“This shit’s fuckin’ hard, that’s what’s wrong.”

“Well, if you’d stop killing people we wouldn’t have this problem now, would we?” Zane jokes, grinning to himself when Wren turns to glare at him.

“You think we’d get away with killing him, too?” he asks me, tilting his head to light another joint.

I laugh lightly at that, stealing it from his mouth to take a hit. “Wanna try it?”

He smirks and I bite my lip, shamelessly moving my eyes over his abs while he pulls his shirt over his head and gets back to digging.

The video cuts off and Killian leans over to take the flash drive from the computer, sliding it over the table to pass it to Callie. “You’re welcome.”

Her jaw ticks but she takes it, shoving it into the front pocket of her jeans. “What’s the catch?”

“Marry my son.”

“Are you outta your fuckin’ mind?!” she snaps, struggling to rein in her temper. “No.”

“I’m afraid no isn’t an option here, sweetheart,” he tells her, passing a couple sheets of paper to the guard standing beside him. “You’ll divorce Damon tonight, come home with me and Levi and marry him on your eighteenth birthday nine days from today. Once that’s out of the way, you’ll stop taking the pill immediately and give me a grandchild by next summer.”

“The fuck I will.”

He laughs at that, standing to walk over to the boys in the corner. The guard crouches down behind Damon to place a pen in his hand and Killian lifts his gun to Wren’s temple, looking at Damon.

“Sign it.”

Fuck.

Callie jumps to her feet and I do the only thing I can think of to save Wren, locking my arms around her waist to pull her back to my chest.

“Damon, don’t!” she shouts, desperately clawing at my wrists to get to them. “Get the fuck off m–”

I slap a hand over her mouth and drag her over to the concrete pillar behind me, shoving her back against it to wrap my hand around her throat. She continues to fight me like their lives depend on it so I use my free hand to pin her wrists above her head, leaning over her to get in her face.

“Enough.”

“Fuck you,” she fires back, baiting me just like I knew she would.

“You listen to me, you mouthy little bitch,” I bite out, loud enough to get Killian’s attention. “If Damon doesn’t do what he says, they’re all dead. You really wanna risk that over a meaningless piece of paper?”

“Are you fucking stupid?” she hisses, still fighting me despite the fact it’s useless. “Levi, he’s gonna k–”

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