And, of course, Hail was blaming it on me. It wasn’t my fault. I was doing just fine with Bianca until he decided to get involved. It fucked everything. I’d lost her.
I didn’t even know if she was dead. The traitor Drake took her. And Fallon? He may have been pissed over me fucking her before him and had blackmailed us when he killed her. How she managed to get his gun still baffled me.
He was a fucking novice. I’d always hated his ass.
We were being hunted like rats by the kings because of this bullshit.
I’d had her. The girl of my dreams. One month of holding her. Fucking her after I medicated her until she passed out. She’d moan for me as I pushed into her tight body over and over. Sure, she wasn’t awake for most of it, but something about fucking her like that did it for me. There were times she’d wake and cry, but that just made it so much hotter. She’d pushed at me. Beg me. Then she’d pass out again.
The horsemen really did have some excellent product. Drake showing me all the shit he’d been accumulating from his source and me asking what each of it did had been so beneficial. I’d started taking small amounts of the zombie sugar for weeks before I grabbed Bianca.
Fuck, it had all been so perfect and Hail fucked it up.
Being stuck in this place with him pissed me off, but with a massive price tag on our heads, it wasn’t like we could leave.
Five million dollars.
Each.
That was what De Santis was offering for Hail, me, and Trent. Dead. Alive, we were worth an extra million each.
And Fallon. Apparently he meant more because he was a whopping six million dead and seven alive. I guess the kings figured he’d raped her in that video, making him worth more.
He wasn’t worth shit.
I was the one in her pussy for a month, not fucking Fallon Vasiliev.
I had to laugh at the irony of De Santis taking it to this level though. I never really thought he loved Bianca. I figured she was his arm candy and a good lay. Guess I’d been wrong.
Now, we were completely fucked.
When Hail told me I had to give her up, I’d decided murder/suicide was the way to go so we could stay with each other for eternity, but then I’d lost it. She was pregnant. With MY baby. I needed my happy little family together. Forever.
I’d planned on ending us when Hail gave me the green light after the video was done. Seeing Fallon crawl on top of her that night pissed me the fuck off. I’d almost pulled the trigger on him as he whispered bullshit into her ear. I imagined he told her his cock was better than mine and that he could protect her if she did what he told her.
Cunt.
In retrospect, I shouldn’t have drugged her before he crawled on top of her. Of course she’d do what he told her to do. That was the purpose of the zombie sugar.
Fuck. Bad planning on my part.
My girl and our baby might be dead now, but I doubted it.
Fallon had her and was fucking her just to prove a point to me.
Prick.
It didn’t matter. When the smoke cleared, I’d make my move.
Because I always had a plan.
And in this case, I’d find out exactly what happened to Bianca. If she were alive, she’d be coming back to me so we could keep our family together forever.
Where she belonged.
Where she’d beg me again.
Scream.