Page 56 of Midnight Curfew

I mean, what the fuck? He’s had hidden cameras all over this town, especially the country club and the entrance of their secret little Wolfe Room. He’s been collecting dirt to use to blackmail people for years.

Callum could actually destroy us with this fucking curfew.

“Do you have footage on Callum?” Clay chimes in.

I twist my head.

“Going into the Wolfe Room, you mean?” Macon asks. “Why?”

“Do you?” she presses.

He hesitates, and I wonder if he knows for sure. We don’t have cameras in the Wolfe Room—security is tight—but you can get a view of it when they open the door as people arrive and leave.

But he replies, “Yes.”

I narrow my eyes, turning to my brother.

He does?

“He’s been in a couple of times,” Macon tells us, “but he leaves within ten minutes.”

She seems to ponder for a second and then nods. “You should get a camera inside. He’s going to have to go in and participate, if he hasn’t already.”

I walk toward her. “How do you know that?”

Why would he have to do anything?

“The Wolfe Room is an exclusive club,” she explains. “I can imagine my parents were invited—given their status—but it wouldn’t have been something they would’ve entertained.” She swallows. “Deviant and disgusting, as it is…”

I’d seen some of the footage, most of which Macon never kept, as it was irrelevant, but it didn’t seem that bad. Raunchy but not illegal.

I’d heard stories, though.

“But in high school, I did hear Garrett tell Callum,” she goes on, “that he would prove how trustworthy he was someday when he joined in at the Wolfe Room.” Her eyes shift from me to Liv to Macon. “Callum’s twenty-two now, and…”

I nod. “…and his father still doesn’t respect him.”

“What makes you say that?” Macon asks me.

It’s time to let Callum prove himself, Garrett had said.

“He knows Callum doesn’t want to fuck women,” I say plainly. “And he’ll want him to prove to him that he’s willing to do as his father says.”

“Well, I’m not waiting for the slight chance he decides he needs his father’s respect,” Macon spits out. “We’re either going to find a way into St. Carmen or find a way around the curfew, but we’re going to do what we’re going to fucking do.”

“Hell yeah,” Aracely concurs.

My brother guides his wife back inside, Aracely following her boss, probably because she doesn’t care to talk to me. Liv whispers something to Clay, and in a moment, her fiancée gets up and disappears somewhere into the house.

Macon’s right. This won’t stop us, but fuck, I’d love to have some proper fun so I can put him in his rightful place. Unfortunately, we’re no longer at that age anymore, where a beatdown solves your problems. In the end, Callum knows what power he has at his disposal.

“You know…” Liv speaks up when it’s just us left. “When he and his friends attacked me in high school…”

I dart my eyes to her, my fist squeezing around the bottle.

“I was angry,” she explains, “furious, and vengeful, but I don’t know how scared I was.”

They dragged her out of a limo she was in with Clay and took her to Fox Hill. Tried to coerce her into…