“You’re not leaving yet. We’re not done.”
“I say when I’m done, and I’m fucking done.” I shoved him.
He stumbled back, his eyes flashing. In a whirlwind of movement, he had me shoved against the wall.
“I’m not your fucking boy toy. If you lay hands on me. . .” He brushed his knuckles against my bruised cheek in a tender manner. “Then be prepared for me to lay my hands all over you.”
I stared up at him, my heart banging against my chest. “No one is allowed to touch me.”
Vincent smirked at me. “Who’s going to stop me? Ivanov? That little prick doesn’t scare me.”
“It could get me killed. That’s what you don’t understand. If Hail finds out I was here. . .” I swallowed hard, pleading at Vincent with my eyes.
“One less D’Angelou in the world is fine with me,” Levin grunted.
“I’m not a fucking D’Angelou! My name was Bianca Walker. My father left us two years ago. He divorced my mom and then turned up missing. I need your help. If you’re not going to help me, then just tell me so I can find someone who knows their head from their ass.”
“I like your fire, D’Angelou. I, however, fucking hate your new dad. And I don’t fucking trust anything connected to him or an Ivanov, and guess what, baby? You’re a fucking mess because they both have their claws deep inside you,” Dom explained.
Dominic gave Vincent a nod. He backed away from me and winked.
“What are you willing to give us in exchange for our help?” Dominic asked.
“What do you want? I have a credit card David gave me. Pretty sure it doesn’t have a limit. You can have it.”
Vincent snorted, and Levin let out a soft laugh.
Dominic smirked at me. “Do you not know who the fuck I am? I’m Dominic De Santis. I have more money than every student in this school combined. And that’s just my money. Don’t get me started on the family money. Your money is useless.”
“Then what do you need? What do I have to do?” I demanded.
Dominic took a hit from the joint in his fingers, a smile curling his full lips up. “Word has it you’re a virgin.”
I bristled at his words. “Who told you that?”
“Hail isn’t that great when it comes to modesty. He’s been blabbing about your virginal status since classes started. How you’re saving yourself for him on your wedding night. How devoted you are to him.”
“Is it true?” Vincent asked, coming up behind me and whispering in my ear. “Has your pussy never been popped?”
I ground my teeth. “Yes, it’s true. Not that it’s anyone else’s business. I assure you, I’m not holding out for Hail and our wedding night. I don’t want to fuck him. He disgusts me.”
Levin took a step forward. “How do we know you’re not here on his orders? You’re his fiancée. His little bitch. You could be his errand girl. He’s been wanting to take us down for a long ass time. What better way than to send in a piece of ass like you?”
I sneered at him and unbuttoned my uniform blouse. He took another step forward, his eyes narrowed. Dominic and Vincent moved to see what I was doing. When I got the buttons open enough, I pulled the fabric aside to display the burn mark on my collarbone. It was still tender and inflamed.
“Fuck,” Dominic growled, his gaze locked on the ugly mark.
A muscle popped along Vincent’s jaw, and Levin looked away with a grunt.
“I’m not here for him,” I whispered. “I’m here because I need help. You’re the only ones I can think of who might be able to do that. He did this to me over the weekend when I defied him. If you won’t help me, then this meeting is pointless. The only thing I ask is if you’re going to tell him I was here, do it quick so he can kill me and get it over with.”
“Why should we give a shit?” Levin called out. “Like I said earlier, you’re just another dead D’Angelou. Worthless. I say let Ivanov kill her and be done with it. One less problem for us to deal with.”
“She’s too pretty to die,” Vincent commented.
“Are you going to help me or not? What do you want me to give you?”
“I want your virginity.” Dominic took a step toward me as my heart slammed against my chest. “You let me fuck you first, and I’ll keep you safe until I grow bored of you and these games. Deal?”