It could be.
A knock on the door had us falling silent. Vincent opened it and stepped aside for Fallon, who looked windswept.
“Hey,” he greeted us, his voice faltering when he took in the serious looks on our faces. “Where’s Bianca?”
“In the shower,” I said, motioning for him to have a seat on the edge of my bed.
Levin moved to lean against the wall next to me while Vincent sat in my computer chair.
“What’s wrong?” Fallon’s gaze darted around.
“I was wondering if you knew anything about the recent break in at one of De Luca’s warehouses?” I wasn’t going to fuck around. I wanted answers.
“What? No,” he answered, frowning. “When did it happen?”
“It’sbeenhappening,” Levin said. “His pushers have been getting attacked as well. Said the lords are doing it.”
“If they are, this is the first I’ve heard of it,” Fallon said, his brows crinkling. He looked between us all again. “Wait. You guys think I knew something and didn’t tell you?”
I raised my brows at him. “Did you?”
“Fuck no, man. I don’t know shit. If Hail is up to something, he’s keeping it on the down low. You’re nuts if you think I’m a traitor to the kings. To Bianca!” He balled his hands into fists. “I’d rather die than lose her.”
“Well, if I find out you are, then you will die,” I said simply.
He shook his head, rage on his face. “This is fucking bullshit. I’m a king. I’m not a fucking lord. I’d never betray any of you. You said you trusted me.”
I steepled my fingers and rested my elbows on my knees as I leaned forward and studied him. He glared back at me, his anger palpable.
“OK. But until we know for sure, you’re out.”
“What?” He snarled, getting to his feet. “I’mout?”
Bianca came into the room then dressed in the black, pleated skirt and pink cashmere top I’d left out for her. She took in the scene and immediately went to Fallon.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. “What’s going on?”
Fuck this. I was on my feet in an instant, yanking her from him. I pushed her to Vincent, who’d gotten to his feet. He caught her easily and wound his arms around her.
“Dominic! What’s going on?” she demanded.
“They’re kicking me out,” Fallon seethed.
“Dom—” Bianca started.
“I’m not kicking you out. Not really. You’ll focus on doing what we need you to within the lords. You won’t be part of our meetings.” I paused and took him in, his body shaking with his barely restrained rage. “And you willnotgo near my wife.”
Fallon shoved me hard in the chest. It sent me backward for all of a second before I pulled the gun I had hidden at my side and pushed it beneath his jaw.
Bianca wept in the distance, struggling against Vincent.
“Fuck with me, Vasiliev,” I growled. “I’ll blow your fucking head off and have your body removed before anyone bats a lash.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared me down.
“Don’t take her from me,” he choked out. “Please.”
“Prove you’re not involved with the lords. Prove it, and you can come back. Until then, we’ll be seeing you.” I lowered the gun and stared him down.