Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“I’m on call. If I go get them, I’ll have to bring them in to the station first.”
Not ideal because of how this town likes to talk, but quite okay in my quest for petty revenge. Willa hurt me, but I’m not some teenage boy like I was when Jamie hurt me. This time, I can hurt back.
“Do whatever you have to do. Just keep it quiet.”
She sighs heavily. “I told Jamie she has to let Gemma loose every now and again or it’s going to bite her in the ass because she’ll rebel in a big way.”
“Well, the time has come. Call me when I can come get them.”
We hang up and I throw on some clothes. It’s hard to fathom that just fifteen minutes ago I was aching over how much I missed Willa. Now, I’m dreading the moment I’ll see her. Will she lie to my face? Will she cry and tell me she’s sorry like Jamie did all those years ago? Whatever she does, I’ll be immune to it. I’m done with putting my heart on the line for someone to utterly destroy it. Fucking done.
Fifteen kids were arrested tonight. Every single one of them is a student of mine. When I’d arrived to pick up my group, all fifteen avoided my icy glare.
Good.
I hope they all feel like shit for getting busted. They don’t know I was the snitch, but I’m not opposed to telling them. It’s not like they’d expect anything less. I’m not one to put up with bullshit in or out of the classroom.
Sloane, her blond ponytail swinging from side to side as she walks, leads the four I’ve come for into the station lobby. Since I knew this was coming, I was already waiting when they got here. They spent less than half an hour behind bars before I was able to get them out. Some of these kids will spend the night here as their parents are probably asleep already. Sucks to be them.
“They’re all yours,” Sloan says, eyes narrowed as she studies each one of them. “Get them out of here before all the other parents start showing up.”
I can feel Willa’s stare on me, but I ignore it. I’m not about to have this conversation with her with an audience. If I even decide to speak to her to discuss tonight, it’ll most certainly be alone. Now that I’ve seen her true colors, it won’t be worth the risk of my career if anyone happens to overhear.
“Get in,” I grunt out, motioning for my car that’s parked on the curb outside.
The four of them are silent. Spencer takes the passenger seat while Dempsey, Gemma, and Willa all squeeze into the back seat. Once I’m on the road, it’s Spencer who’s the first to speak.
“Are you going to tell my dad?”
I grind my teeth together. Hugo is the least of Spencer’s problems. He was just grinding against my fucking girlfriend. I’m his problem. He’s a kid, and family, but I want to punch him in his goddamn face.
“He’s going to find out,” I grumble. “This town’s too small for secrets.” My eyes cut to the rearview mirror where Willa watches me intently.
“Where are we going?” Gemma asks from the back. “Willa’s house is that way. Spencer’s car—”
“If you think I’m letting Spencer drive anywhere when he’s been drinking, you’re insane.” I blow out a frustrated huff. “I’m taking all three of you home and then I’ll take Willa to her house.”
“What about my stuff?” Gemma whines. “It’s at Willa’s. Please, Callum. Just take me back there. Dad will freak out if I show up in the middle of the night.”
“Stay at Spencer’s. Stay at my house. I don’t give a fuck. You’re not going back to Willa’s.” I grip the steering wheel so tight I wonder if I have the strength to yank it off if I tried. Probably so in this infuriated state. “You can get your shit tomorrow.”
Gemma starts to cry in the back seat. Her crocodile tears worked on me when she was a toddler, but I’m immune now.
Dempsey mutters something under his breath.
“What’s that?” I growl.
“I said you don’t have to be a dick,” Dempsey snaps.
“This dick just saved your asses from a media frenzy. This dick just saved your dad’s campaign.” I poke a finger at Spencer. “The least you four could do was act appreciative.”
I hear Willa’s thank you muttered softly among Gemma’s crying and Dempsey’s huffing. Spencer is quiet, but I can sense his anger in the way he keeps fisting and uncurling his hand. I bet he’d like to punch me in the throat. I’d like to see him try.
As soon as we pull up in front of Dad’s house, I make a motion for them to get out of my car. Gemma stomps over to Hugo’s house, our brother and Spencer on her heels. I put the car in reverse before Willa can decide to join me up front. With her in the back seat, it’s easier to stay pissed at her.