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Hail released me and shoved Dominic in the chest. Dominic barely budged. I took a step back, not wanting to be involved in their fight.

“Careful, Ivanov,” Dominic growled. “You know I don’t fuck around. If you want to go to war with me, then do it, pussy. But don’t push me by defending a piece of ass from the gutters who anyone here could fuck for twenty bucks. Do it over something worth it.”

I glared at Dominic. He was just as much a prick as Hail. Any redeeming thoughts I may have had about him went out the window as those words fell from his lips. Dominic winked at me, making me grind my teeth.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Two others joined Dominic. Vincent Valentino and Levin Seeley. The rest of the kings.

“Nothing.” Hail sneered.

“Aw, what’s the matter?” the one I assumed was Levin asked, his blue eyes narrowed at Hail. “Your pansy ass bitches not here to fight with you?”

“Fuck you, Seeley. We can go to war just as easily without them. They just clean up my messes.”

Vincent snorted. “Because you’re sloppy like your father.”

Hail’s nostrils flared.

Vincent’s dark eyes moved to me, sending a flurry of butterflies through my stomach. “Who’s this? I don’t believe we’ve been introduced.”

Hail glanced over at me. “Someone else you don’t fuck with, Valentino.”

The kings laughed.

“I say, I fuck with whoever I want.” Vincent chuckled, his eyes locked on me. “Even if it is your whore. We all know I’ve tasted Stella’s dank pussy.”

Hail flew at Vincent, his right hook grazing off Vincent’s cheek. In a whirlwind of movement, Vincent advanced on Hail.

“Chill! Fucking chill!” A guy grabbed Hail and dragged him back while another got between him and Vincent. The third guy stood in front of me, like he was shielding me.

“Looks like your boys saved the day.” Levin chuckled softly.

“They didn’t save shit,” Vincent growled. “You want to go to war, Ivanov? We can fucking do it.”

I glanced fearfully among the guys. Hail’s cheeks were red, his chest heaving, as one of his friends held him back.

“Fuck with what’s mine, and I’ll tear you apart one by one,” Hail threatened, jerking out of the hold he was under. “Don’t fucking force my hand. You know what you’d be up against.”

Dominic smiled like they were having an easy conversation. “Is that a fact, Ivanov?”

“It’s my fucking promise,” Hail spat, storming over to me and grabbing my arm.

The kings stared at me. Something crossed Dominic’s face as our gazes locked.

“Come at me again and see what the fuck happens.”

“Guard what’s important to you, Ivanov.” Dominic’s eyes were still focused on mine. “Because I’m coming for all of it.”

With a sharp jerk, Hail pulled me away, but not before Vincent called out, “Enjoy her while you can, Ivanov.”

Fear iced over my blood. I cast a final peek over my shoulder to see the kings staring at me. Not Hail. Not the other three brutes. Me.

And it did nothing to calm me.

Eight

Levin


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