Four
Dominic
“W ho’s the new girl?” Vincent asked as he leaned against my locker.
My heart was still banging in my chest from the encounter. She was fucking breathtaking. Of course, she had to be a D’Angelou, my father’s enemy, and by default, mine.
“D’Angelou’s daughter, Bianca.” Her name burned my lips. If she had any other last name, I would’ve hauled her tight, little ass right into the bathroom, bent her over a sink, and fucked her long and hard.
But I didn’t fuck trash like a D’Angelou. Not without a damn good reason.
“I ran into her this morning. She’s a little wasp. She’s lucky I didn’t squash her ass."
“Damn. She’s got a set of tits on that banging body though. I heard several guys talking about the new girl. Didn’t think she’d end up being a D’Angelou. What are we going to do about her?” Vincent ran his fingers through his black hair.
Like me, Vincent was Italian. The only difference was, he was born right here in the city whereas I was born in Sicily. I spent the first ten years of my life in Italy before my father decided to take up permanent residence in the Windy City. Now, this was my home.
“Take her out. Just like her old man.” I slammed my locker shut as Levin approached.
“New girl is D’Angelou’s kid.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” I muttered.
“He had a run in with the little minx this morning.” Vincent’s dark eyes held that sparkle in them we were used to. Playful and easygoing, he was the one I went to if I needed to lighten the mood. If I wanted to darken the mood, Levin, my American-born German friend was the one I sought.
“She clearly got his dick hard then left him high and dry,” Vincent continued with a smirk.
I shot him a glare. He wasn’t wrong. The moment I’d laid eyes on her I knew I needed to speak to her. Why the fuck did she have to be a D’Angelou?
“If she’s a D’Angelou, she’s trouble.” Levin gave me a nod, his blue eyes narrowed.
With his blond hair and tall, muscular stature, Levin screamed intimidation. While Vincent and I could hold our own, Levin was the muscle. Vincent and I could fight, but we were better with weapons. Levin could kill a man with one hand and jerk off with the other without batting a lash.
“Say the word, and I’ll take the trash out,” Levin said darkly.
I knew he meant he’d kill her and dump her body in a place no one would ever find her.
“Easy, boys. I say we see what the little minx does. She might be fun to play with.” Vincent shot us both a grin.
“Not interested,” Levin said as we started down the hall.
Students scattered away from us. We were the kings of Bolten. They’d be stupid not to move. We came from money. Power. We didn’t rule the place because we were kind. We ruled by fear.
“We’ll wait to see her next move. She’s a D’Angelou, so she’ll have one,” I said, stopping outside my class.
“I heard Ivanov got engaged over break.” Vincent leaned against the wall and lifted a dark brow at me when we reached our destination. “I’m surprised he wants to be tied down to Stella. She’s high-class, but not Ivanov high. She’s more like the bitch you fuck after she cleans your floors.”
“I heard it wasn’t Stella.” Levin locked eyes with me. “It has to be someone with power. You know the Ivanovs don’t do piddly ass shit. Everything has meaning. Whoever they engaged their fucking nightmare off to was a power move, not one made of love.”
I nodded. Levin was right.
“Well, boys, I guess we need to find out who the unlucky girl is,” I said.
“And then?” Vincent prompted.
I shrugged and smiled. “Then we take her from him.”
“I’m not fucking Stella again.” Vincent blanched. “Pussy was loose, and her dick sucking skills were lacking. She practically ate my cock last time, and not in a good way.”
“We’ll fuck who we need to fuck,” I said as Bianca came into my line of sight again.
She cast a few quick glances around as she stared down at her torn schedule, a frown on her plump, pink lips.
Vincent and Levin followed my gaze.
“Damn. That’s the best-looking girl to walk these halls,” Vincent commented. “I don’t care if she is a D’Angelou. I bet her pussy tastes like rainbows and sunshine. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.”
“She’s a little bitch,” I snarled. “And we’ll take her ass down right along with her daddy.”
Levin smirked. “Dibs. I have an idea on how I can make her scream.”
“Your cock?” Vincent chuckled.
Levin glared at Vincent. “I’ll never put my cock inside a D’Angelou. I’d put it in your ass before hers.”
Vincent clapped him on the back. “You know better than to threaten me with a good time, big boy.”
I left the two of them to their banter, my gaze fixed on the prize.
Bianca D’Angelou was in so much trouble.