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Dom had told us what happened at the mansion earlier. He’d told us about the girl named Macy. How her brains had splattered on his lap and her blood had dotted his face. How she’d been forced to suck him off. How it was a fate that waited for Bianca.

“Have the plans changed?” I tried to steady my voice, but it still shook beneath the weight of my broken heart.

“I made a promise to her,” Dom said, backing away from me. “I never break a promise.”

He promised to kill Vasiliev and her if she’d lied. This was exactly the shit I’d wanted to save her from.

Truth of the matter was, I was ready to murder someone too. Disgust replaced the agony in my chest.

“You took a vow to stand by me through any and all things,” Dom said softly. “Will you uphold it?”

“Yes,” I said through gritted teeth, clenching and unclenching my hands.

He surveyed me for a moment. “I need you t

onight. Both of you.” He looked to Vincent.

“I’m here,” I said, steeling myself for the fucking mess we were in.

“Vincent?” Dom looked at him.

Vincent’s gaze darted between us before he spoke, “I don’t want to lose my girl.”

“She’s already gone,” Dom snapped. “She’s a traitor. She lied to us. She’s on the run, and Vasiliev probably already has her.”

“You’re thinking like a madman,” Vincent shot back. “She doesn’t deserve to die just because she likes someone else—”

“She fucked a lord,” Dom seethed.

“I know what she did.” Vincent glanced at me. “But I know her. She loves us too. There has to be another way.”

“There is only one way. My way.” Dom pounded his chest, his face twisted in anger. “Now are you going to come or will we have to kill you too?”

Vincent shook his head, pure fury twisting his lips up. “Fuck you, De Santis. I’m with you. I’m always with you. But it doesn’t mean I have to forgive you if you hurt her.”

“Then let’s hope for a miracle, huh, Valentino?” He turned to leave just as the fire alarm blared around us, a torrent of water shooting from the sprinklers.

Dom let out a feral snarl right before the lights went out, sending people screaming and running.

“He has her. Vasiliev,” Dom shouted above the din. “If the other assholes had her, this wouldn’t be happening.”

I didn’t wait for instructions. I shoved through the panicked students, knocking them aside as I cut a path to the exit.

No one fucked with what belonged to a king.

Fifty

Bianca

Fallon’s hands tightened on the wheel as we peeled out of campus, rocks and dirt kicking behind us.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere,” he muttered. “Put your seatbelt on.”

“What? Do you have a plan?” I fumbled with the buckle as I tried to fasten it.

“Yes.”


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