“F-Fallon. H-He loves B-Bia-Bianca. T-T-They met in the science bu
ilding. Closet. I’m s-sure they had sex. His h-hair was-was a mess when he came out.”
I loosened my grip on her throat as he spoke. So many emotions crashed through my body. I’d had my suspicions, but if what Stella was saying was true. . .
“I confronted him,” she hurried on. “He begged me not to tell when I threatened to go to Hail about it. Fallon said he’d been seeing her since the party at the dip. He said they broke up though, and it was over.”
Bile burned my throat. Bianca had lied to me. She swore she hadn’t been with a lord. Deep down, I knew all along it was a fucking lie. Hearing it for myself only made the sickness and fury build within me.
I tightened my grip so Stella would remember the moment. She let out a garbled gasp, her nails scratching against my wrist.
“Remember this moment,” I said softly. “Remember I’ll fucking finish this if I find out you wronged me or lied to me.”
When I released her, she fell to the floor, gasping and coughing as she clutched at her throat, tears on her face.
“Let’s go,” I said to Vincent.
He cast a final look to the bitch on the floor before unlocking the door and striding out.
My heart ached in a way I’d never felt before. I knew it. God help me, I knew it was a lord that Bianca had been with. Fallon was the one she’d fallen for. Fallon had touched her. Kissed her. Fucked her.
Fallon was the guy in the perfect position to lure her away from us, and he would die for it.
“What about our plan? Saving her?” Vincent’s hands shook, his dark eyes glistening.
I knew he was mad, but I knew he was hurting more than he was angry. So was I.
“Things change,” was all I said as we left the bathroom.
Forty-Eight
Fallon
It was go time.
The fuse was lit, and it was time to act. After Stella had cornered me in the science building, I’d been running high on anxiety. All that bitch had to do was spill my secret to Hail, and it was game over.
Then there was the fucking new demand from Matteo De Santis. Deliver Bianca to him. He’d put her in that hell house he’d created.
I’d pushed her at Dominic in the hopes he’d fall for her and love her as much as I did and would save her so both she and my sister could survive. It was a hell of a gamble, but I’d seen him with her. He gave a shit. Even if I died, maybe Dominic would love my princess enough to keep her alive. Maybe I could still save Natalia.
I hated the odds, but I had nothing else. I was out of ideas.
I turned the engine off on my Lexus and got out with a plan in my head. I was supposed to meet Drake and Tate by the main entrance to Bolten and then deliver Bianca to Hail. Instead, I’d parked at one of the side entrances beneath an old willow tree. If Drake and Tate got her before I did, they wouldn’t be able to leave because I was the driver.
I kept to the shadows of campus as I made my way back to the dance. With any luck, I’d be able to grab her when Drake and Tate created the distraction which consisted of cutting the power and setting off the sprinkler system.
Before I could reach the dance, I saw Bianca running from it, her feet bare and her blonde hair whipping behind her.
I sprang into action and snagged her from behind, making sure to cover her mouth. She fought and kicked as I hauled her into the darkness of a building’s shadow.
“It’s me. Shh. It’s me,” I soothed in her ear.
Immediately, the fight left her, and she turned, sagging against me.
I swallowed, hating what I had to do to her and praying she’d forgive me someday. “Are you OK?”
She sniffled and shook her head against my chest.