“Why does it matter so much to you?”
“Because she’s fucking mine!” I shouted, pounding my chest. “Mine, Levin. And she’s yours. Vincent’s. Besides, she made us look weak. She’s not above our rules. The guy who was just buried between her legs is walking around like he won the fucking world. No one is above us. No one. Get his fucking name. I want him.”
Levin nodded. “Consider it done.”
I exhaled and stared up at the building, my guts aching.
Dead. He was fucking dead. And I’d fuck her in his blood after I gutted him.
Thirty
Fallon
Kings must be giving it to her hard,” Tate said, eyeing Bianca as she shuffled across the courtyard on Monday.
Her head was down, her blonde hair shielding her face. She looked like she was in a lot of pain as she limped every now and then. My insides crawled seeing her like that. I’d had an incredible night with her. Leaving her the following morning had been fucking torture. Now to see her like this. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to go to her.
Of course, those feelings had no place being within ten feet of me considering what I was supposed to do to her.
The words of Matteo De Santis played on repeat in my head.
“Kill Bianca D’Angelou. Don’t let her marry Mikhail Ivanov. Kill her, and we’ll release your sister.”
I was surprised the task hadn’t fallen to Dominic, considering his father preached the gospel about the cunning, cruel king. But I supposed the betrayal would be so much sweeter when I killed her, and her death came from the inside. If the Ivanovs ever found out. From what I’d gathered, Dominic had no clue his father held my older sister, Natalia, captive aft
er Stefan Seeley was found murdered.
What a fucking shit show their secret romance caused us all.
“Fuck you,” Hail grunted, glaring in her direction for a moment, a muscle twitching along his jaw. His voice pulled me back to the conversation. “The bitch deserves everything they give her. She had it good with me. I hope they beat her into her fucking grave. She’d better hope they do before I get to her.”
“You tell your old man yet?” Drake asked from his perch on the stone table.
“No. I don’t intend on it either. I’ve got a plan.”
“What’s that?” I asked, wondering how he planned on going about everything now that Dominic had Bianca.
He smirked at me. “Easy. Get her back. Marry her. Fuck her. Kill D’Angelou. Get the keys to his kingdom. Fuck her mother and then kill Bianca. I’ll have it all then.”
I swallowed. If he kills her, I won’t have to. But I don’t want her to die. Damnit. Why did she have to be so fucking perfect? Why did I have to feel. . .
“I guess you have it all figured out.” I gave him the best cruel smile I could muster as agonizing thoughts of a world without Bianca in it bounced through my head.
“We just need to put a plan in motion to get her away from those pricks. She’s eighteen. She can marry without needing consent. Not that her parents will fight me on it. D’Angelou wants her out from beneath his feet, I’m sure. All I gotta do is threaten to kill her mom, and she’ll be putty in my hands. Her mom is a dumb cunt, but it’s her mom, so I know Bianca will do whatever she has to so she can save her.”
“Even marry you.” Drake laughed.
“Fuck you,” Hail scoffed, shaking his head at him.
“Aside from D’Angelou’s money, why does she matter so much to you?” I asked. I had no clue really, aside from the money and power thing between the two families.
“I can have any girl I want at this place. Hell, any place. Except her. She fights me. She’s the perfect little princess for me to take my aggressions out on. I like it. And when she cries…” He let out a groan, his eyes rolling back. “My dick gets so hard that all I can think about is running my cock through her tears and then fucking her with them.
“She sucks cock like a champion,” Tate said with a grin. “Best head game I’ve ever experienced.” He fist bumped Drake who chortled.
I nodded, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. “It was good.”
“And you were trying to avoid it. You’re welcome,” Hail said. “I just wished I could’ve fucked her before she fucked me over, but I’ll get my chance.” He gazed out across the courtyard and sat up straighter a moment later. “Check it out,” he said.