I bristled when Fallon didn’t say anything.
“What the fuck is your answer?” I demanded angrily.
“My answer is I have no answer until we figure out what’s going on with the horsemen. With any luck, it’ll be a moot point,” Fallon said softly as he rubbed Bianca’s back. “But if I have to do it, I will. I’ll fucking hate myself for it. I don’twantto do it. I just. . . want her safe.”
I shook my head. “Well, you’ll be eaten alive from the fucking guilt. I promise you that.”
I’d know. It had been devouring me since the first moment Celeste’s lips had touched mine. Hell, since the second I’d called her after my argument with bumblebee in her room. I’d seen the heartbreak on Bianca’s face. I didn’t want her to ever feel that way again. If Dom and shit lips were going to make that happen, we’d have some big fucking problems.
With my anger getting the best of me, I yanked Bianca away from Fallon.
“The fuck, Seeley?” Fallon snarled, glaring at me as I squeezed her.
“You don’t get to even fucking look at her right now because you’re considering Dom’s idea. Once you get your shit sorted, then maybe you can get some time with her. Until then, you’ll have to go through me,” I snapped back, pissed off he was entertaining Dom’s idea about another girl.
Fallon balled his hands into fists.
“Lev…” Bianca started.
I shook my head. “No. I’m not going to let it go. In fact…” I unbuckled my seatbelt and then hers before lifting her clean over my lap and sliding into the middle. “I’ll separate him from you.”
Vincent snorted from the front seat as I caught Dom’s gaze in the rearview mirror. He let out a sigh and shook his head at me.
Whatever. I wasn’t letting him fuck with Bianca like this. No fucking way.
“You’re a real asshole. Fucking German ass canoe,” Fallon grumbled, jabbing his elbow into my ribs.
I elbowed him back until we were rocking the car.
“Knock it the fuck off,” Dom shouted, slamming his hands on the steering. “I swear to fuck, I will come back there.”
“Oh, pleaseDaddy. Punish us,” Bianca said, sneering at him as she huddled away from us.
I caught Fallon in the jaw with my elbow as he dropped his on my thigh, making my muscles seize.
“Motherfucker,” I growled, straight on punching him back in his thigh.
“You want to throw hands, motherfucker?” Fallon hit me back.
Dom hit the brakes hard, sending us painfully forward, my seatbelt biting at my abdomen.
I winced at the pain since my healing wound was still tender.
He slammed the car into park and got out. Fallon and I stopped hitting one another while Dom paced back and forth in front the car, his fingers in his hair.
“I think he’s going to lose it,” Vincent commented as we watched Dom stare up at the sky before breathing out.
A moment later, he opened his door and slid back into his seat, his hands on the wheel.
“We have a very big night ahead of us. I need everyone’s head in the game. If we can get in league with the horsemen, maybe we can salvage some shit, OK? No more fucking bullshit. Focused. Everyone.”
“I want my gun back,” Bianca piped up.
“You meanmygun. Not fucking happening,” Dom said just as calmly.
“OK, so then what am I supposed to do if things don’t work out? Huh?” she demanded.
“If you’ll fucking listen to me, nothing will go wrong. The fact you didn’t is why we’re having to call a damn doctor to our meeting. You shouldn’t be in the middle of this. I’m not going to place you there now. This conversation is over. I want no talking for the rest of the drive unless it’s to discuss plans. Got it?”