LEVIN
“What’s the plan?” I asked, settling on my bed as Dom took up residence in my computer chair.
Vincent propped himself up against my pillows and folded his hands over his head.
“I don’t know. I might have to kill him,” Dom said softly. He was wearing his black-rimmed glasses tonight. He must have been reading before he came over and had forgotten to take them off.
I glanced at Vincent, who wore a look of worry on his face. Killing Dom’s dad would be a hell of a battle. His men would probably kill us all before we got out of there. And bumblebee would be caught in the crossfire regardless of our desire to protect her from his fucked up old man.
“We’ll die,” I said, cracking my knuckles. “You do realize that, right?”
“I know.” Dominic downed his glass of whiskey. He and Vincent had arrived a few minutes ago with news of a potential issue with Matteo.
That issue was a big, fucked up one that made me see red.
“If we die, who saves B?” Vincent asked, sitting up.
“We might make it out,” Dominic said, not sounding very convincing.
I snorted at his answer.
“Might isn’t a strong enough word for me, buddy. Try again. If we do this, we’re dead, whether it happens then or days later, especially if he fucking lives through the attempt. He’s been shot how many times now and still comes back?” I rubbed my eyes.
Five.The answer was five times he’d been shot and had lived through them all. I swore he came back more fucked up in the head each time too.
Dominic sparked up a joint and inhaled deeply, sprawling out in the chair with his head resting against the back. He stared up at the ceiling, remaining was silent for a beat before he spoke.
“Her dress is beautiful,” he said softly. “I don’t want it soiled by his hands or an ugly fucking memory. I don’t want her hurt.”
I swallowed, my throat tight. I didn’t want her hurt either. But shit, we were stuck between a rock and Matteo De Santis. Not to mention my father, who was hell with a gun on his own. Add in Vincent’s old man? Definitely fucked, but I knew Vincent’s father was a decent guy. He’d probably shoot around us as long as he thought we were in the right.
“Here’s what we’ll do. One of us will create a distraction. Set off the fire alarm or light something on fire. Everyone will have to leave. We snatch our queen and make a run for it,” Vincent said.
“If my father decides to create a new tradition, or adhere to the old one, he’ll want the three of us there. We can’t create a distraction if we’re all watching my wife get fucked by that prick.”
I balled my hands into fists at the mention of Matteo De Santis laying his hands on Bianca. She was sleeping peacefully in Dom’s room at the moment. It pissed me off to think it would be the last night of good sleep she’d get if Matteo got his hands on her. Bile burned my throat at the thought of her screaming for help as he pushed into her.
“Vasiliev,” Vincent said suddenly, snapping his fingers. “He’s the distraction.”
Dom lifted his head off the back of the chair and looked at Vincent.
“He wants to prove himself. Let this be the way he does it. Let him be the distraction.” Vincent looked between Dom and me with wide eyes.
I nodded. “It’s a good idea. It might even get him killed and out of our way.”
“Don’t say that shit.” Vincent sighed. “B would be devastated if he died. She may be upset with him, but the night he ate her out with us—”
“What?” I snarled, leaping to my feet, my body vibrating with rage. I wasn’t stupid enough to believe nothing had happened with the three of them while I was out in the cold with dry pussy…. Maybe I was stupid. I was delusional, thinking Dom wasn’t serious about The F-Word becoming part of our crew.
“It’s not a big deal,” Vincent said in a voice that suggested I was being a little too hot-headed. “We fucked her in front of him, and then Dom made him clean up our mess. He did. B came all over the damn place. I mean, I’d like to think I can eat pussy like a champ, but Fallon really had her back arching off the mattress—”
I put my fist through my wall.
“Why are you pissed off?” Vincent demanded, giving me a sour look as I rested my forearms against my wall, my head down as I tried to suck in slow, even breaths to control the rage bubbling within me. “He’s going to be one of us. B loves him—”
“Stop fucking talking, Vin,” Dominic called out, finally speaking up.
Vincent went quiet, and the only noises left were the ticking of the clock and my breathing.
When I finally calmed down enough, I shuffled back to the bed and sat on the edge again. Why was I upset? I knew this was the plan. Let the prick onboard. Convert him if he didn’t die and managed to prove himself. Hell, I’d even thought it was a good idea. I mean, I’d hoped he’d get killed in the process, but at least I’d been onboard for the damn effort.
“Vincent is right. Bianca loves him. As much as I fucking hate it, she does. But she loves us too. Just as much. If Vasiliev can be of use, we’ll use him,” Dom continued.
“You’ve gone soft,” I muttered, swallowing.
“It’s not being soft,” Vincent said when Dom didn’t answer. “It’s about giving the woman we love what she wants. You should know that, Levin. You were there the night we gave her what she wanted. Remember? We own her. But she owns us too. To make this work, we need to be able to give a little more than we take. Vasiliev isn’t so bad. I can learn to like the guy. Hell, I might already like him. You just need to pull your head out of your ass and join us. Then you’d see how happy she is now.”
“She’s happy because I’m gone,” I muttered.
“Stop with your pity party,” Dom snapped. “I’m tired of it. Fuck Celeste if you want. I don’t give a shit. But if you’re done with Bianca, be done.”
“I’m fucking Celeste so we”—I gestured angrily between us—“get the weapons deal from her old man.”
“Fuck the deal. I don’t care about the weapons. I’ll figure out some other way if it falls apart. If you want to come back, then fucking come back,” Dom said, staring intently at me. “If not, then just knock the shit off. We have more important things to worry about right now than your fucking emotions. Get a teddy bear if you need a hug, but shut the fuck up already.”
I ground my teeth and didn’t reply. Maybe he was right. But what if I put myself back out there again, and she told me to fuck off again? Then what? Do I fuck off for good then? Would that be it?
I shook the thoughts away. Fuck it. I was going to finish the weapons deal, keep Celeste happy, and make sure we had a plan for tomorrow night. Past that, I’d wing it. Alone, if I had to.
I was just about to say all that when there was a loud bang on my door. I looked quickly to Dom and Vincent, who both frowned. No one visited me but them. Ever. I had my doubts Bianca would come over.
Rising to my feet, I went to the door and cracked it open to find Vasiliev standing there looking like birds had been fucking in his hair. It was standing straight up, his pants were unbuttoned and hanging low, and he was missing his shirt.
“What the fuck?” I called out.