Twenty-Nine
Dominic
S he’s been gone all night.” I scrubbed my hands over my face as I sat in the leather chair in my bedroom.
Vincent was perched on my bed, and Levin was still out looking. I’d gone back to my place in the vain hope she’d come there. Vincent had gone to check her dorm, then his own before coming to mine.
I hit CALL on her name in my phone again, but it went straight to voicemail.
“What the fuck?” I growled.
The sun had broken on the horizon. She’d been gone all night.
“Hail and the rest of his fuckwits were at the party all night. I saw him and Stella leave together. Wherever she is, she’s not with him.”
I stared at the floor, worry and anger coursing through me.
I never went back on a promise. I never failed.
To know that I’d failed to keep an eye on her was tearing me up inside.
Knowing something could’ve happened to her all because I’d gone upstairs with fucking Stella, made me sick to my stomach.
“She couldn’t have gone far—”
“We’ve searched everywhere. No one saw her. Fucking Levin got her high, drunk, and pissed off. God knows where she stumbled off to.
“You helped,” Vincent grumbled.
“What?” I glared over at him.
“You fingered her, denied her, made her get on her knees and stay there, then you took Stella upstairs.” He shrugged. “You pissed her off too.”
“Eat shit.” I got to my feet and stormed to the door. “When we find her, she’ll think twice about wandering off again.”
Vincent followed me out and down the stairs, not saying a word the whole time. When we got outside, Levin met us.
“Nothing?” I demanded.
He shook his head. “Nothing. No one saw her after she walked away. Freddie Culver said he saw her by the edge of the woods.”
I yanked the hair at the nape of my neck, irritated. She could be passed the fuck out in the middle of nowhere. Or worse. Contemplating worse set me off, so I tabled it and focused on finding her. I’d deal with everything else once I knew where the hell she was.
“We could get the court together,” Vincent said.
I scoffed. The court were students who blindly followed us and did little things we asked for. Levin called them our kiss asses.
“No. It’ll make us look weak because we can’t keep track of a fucking girl. Christ.” I clenched my jaw and nodded for the guys to follow me.
“She’s going to turn up. She can’t go back to D’Angelou. I’m guessing he doesn’t know about her and Hail’s split or you can bet your ass she’d already be gone.” Vincent stopped walking.
I looked back at him, wondering what the hell he was doing. “What?”
“I didn’t see Vasiliev at the party.”
“I didn’t either,” Levin said.
“Let’s go.” I turned and went to Vasiliev’s building, my fury taking on new heights.
Fallon was known as the quiet lord. I called it being sneaky as fuck because he was always just watching. It would make sense for Ivanov to send him. He was so good at being silent, we hadn’t even noticed him not being at the dip.
We stormed to his room. I pounded on his door, not giving a fuck who I woke up. Just when I was ready to kick his door in, it cracked open.
“Yeah?” He peered at us, a pair of basketball shorts on and his hair wet as he opened the door wider.
I shoved it open all the way and strode into his tidy space.
“I think you know why we’re here,” Levin said while I looked around. The place was spotless.
“No, but if you don’t get the fuck out, there’s going to be a problem,” he said, pulling a t-shirt over his head.
“You’re damn right there’s going to be. Where the fuck is Bianca?” I turned to glare at him.
He responded by arching a dark brow at me. “Why would I know? Isn’t she on your leash?”
“Listen, Vasiliev. We didn’t see you at the party. Bianca is missing. Tell us where she is,” Vincent said.
“And you think I know? You’re ridiculous. Get the fuck out of here.” He went to his door and opened it, shooting me a pointed look.
“I’m not leaving until you tell me where my girl is,” I said in a dangerous voice.
“I don’t know where she is. Maybe she ran off after you took Stella upstairs. Seems like a logical thing to do, right?” He didn’t look the least bit ruffled as he stared back at me.
“How the fuck do you know about that if you weren’t there?” I demanded.
“I never said I wasn’t there.”
“We didn’t see you,” Vincent said.
“Not my problem. I’m good at what I do. What can I say?” He offered us a smile which pissed me off more.
“If I find out you had anything to do with her being missing you’re dead,” I snarled softly as I stepped up to him nearly chest to chest.
He was a big guy, rivaling me in size. I’d still kick his dick in though, especially if he had anything to do with Bianca being gone…
if he’d hurt her… To not have her in my life— our lives—made feelings I’d never felt before surge through my heart.
I wasn’t sure how to navigate the strange emotions.
Fallon chuckled and nodded for us to leave. “See yourselves out. I’ve got shit to do.”
I surveyed him for another moment before I marched out with Vincent and Levin behind me.
“He’s a prick. No wonder he never says anything,” Vincent grumbled.
“What’s the plan?” Levin asked.
I kept walking, heading to Bianca’s dorm.
“I was already there twenty minutes ago—” Levin started.
“Then we look again.” I pushed open the door to the building.
We rode the elevator to her floor. Once there, we made our way to her room where I pounded on the door.
When she didn’t answer, I nodded at Levin to open it.
He pulled out a key he’d had one of the court get him from the office and opened her door quickly.
It swung open to reveal her bed all made up.
I stepped inside and heard her shower running.
“She wasn’t here earlier,” Levin said, knowing I was about to ask him if he’d sent me on a wild goose chase all because he hadn’t checked her bathroom.
I didn’t say anything. Instead, I went to her bathroom and opened the door, finding her naked in the shower, her fingers in her hair as she shampooed it.
I watched her for a moment as she rinsed the soap from her hair, my dick growing as much as my anger, until I couldn’t take it anymore. I snapped the glass doors opened with a crash. She let out a scream.
I grabbed her by her arm before she fell and hauled her out naked.
“Dominic,” she cried out, trying to tug away from me, but I held tight until she gasped.
She swung at me, but I caught her wrist and brought her wet body against me as she struggled. With hardly any effort, I lifted her over my shoulder and carried her wiggling form to her bedroom where I tossed her on her bed. She bounced as she scrambled to cover herself in front of us.
“Where the fuck were you?” I demanded.
Her blue-eyed gaze flicked to each one of us in turn as she hauled a throw blanket over herself.
“Right here.”
“ Fucking lies . Where were you?” I hissed through my teeth.
“None of your business,” she said, glaring defiantly at me.
“Baby B, you’re going to need to be honest with us. Dom’s pretty pissed off. Just tell us where you were, OK?” Vincent tried to reason with her in a soft voice.
She shook her head. “I wasn’t anywhere.”
“Wasp,” I snarled.
Her hands trembled as she clutched her blanket.
It was in that moment that Levin spoke. “What’s on your neck?”
She clapped her hands over the small, purple bruise marring her skin.
I saw red. Vincent reached out to stop me, but I’d moved to her bed already and had a hold of her. I pushed her head down and looked at the hickey on her skin.
“Who fucking touched you?” My body vibrated with anger so thick it was choking me.
“No one,” she whispered.
“Don’t fucking lie to me.” My hands shook with my building fury, an ugly beast deep within me waking from a long slumber, as I did all I could to not lose it on her. “ Who fucking touched you, wasp?”
Her eyes widened as I pushed her flat on the mattress and positioned myself between her legs, undoing my belt.
“Dominic, stop,” she cried out, swatting at me until I caught her wrists and pinned them over her head.
“We had a deal. Do you remember?”
She stared up at me with those pretty, blue eyes, but all I could see was the mark on her body someone had left there. Someone had been brave to do that, knowing damn well I’d find it. Or else someone had been very fucking stupid.
“Did I tell you to do this?” I demanded.
She shook her head at me. “I don’t need your permission to live my life, Dominic.”
“Wrong, wasp. I’m in charge.” I stared down at her, my chest aching. It felt like my heart was being splintered into a million pieces as I imagined someone else kissing her. Touching her. Making her moan. The fury surged, spilling out as I tightened my hold.
Guilt filled me as I considered my role in this whole thing. I knew taking a girl upstairs had been a bad move. But I wasn’t used to considering anyone’s feelings before I did things. “Was it because of Stella?” I studied her face, desperately trying to control myself.
“You can’t claim me and then fuck other girls.”
“You are not my girlfriend. You are my fucking property . You don’t tell me what the hell I can do, Bianca.
You’re not a queen. You’re a fucking piece of trailer trash I picked up because I felt sorry for you.
That’s it.” The moment the words left my mouth, regret slammed into me.
I’d fucked up again. I couldn’t win with this girl, and that made me even more furious.
My throat hurt from yelling at her. My chest heaved with so many emotions, I wasn’t sure how to navigate them.
Anger. Disappointment. Disgust. And one I really didn’t want to recognize because it made all the others so much worse. Jealousy.
Her bottom lip wobbled as she glared up at me.
“Who was it?” I asked in a soft, wavering voice. “Who did you fuck?”
She said nothing.
“Fucking answer me.” I tugged the blanket out of her hands, raising my voice again. “I’ll kill him. I want a name.”
She continued her silence, and I lost the small grip I had on my control. I finished undoing my belt then rolled her onto her stomach. Random scrapes and scratches decorated her back. They turned the red I was already seeing from my rage into a burning crimson.
“You don’t want to fucking talk? Then fucking scream .” I let my belt loose on her ass.
She cried out as the leather bit into her supple cheeks, painting them red. She was a fighter, I’d give her that. I nodded to the guys. Levin stepped forward and took her arms, pinning them against the mattress as I continued to spank her.
She shouted through her sobs, her body trembling beneath my lashes.
Her skin bloomed pink and red with every strike.
She screamed so much into her mattress it only drove me more insane.
My heart broke with each crack of leather against her flesh.
I was beating her supple ass in an effort to beat the feelings out of my own heart.
It was wrong. I knew it. But I was so lost and hurt.
And there was little that I hated more than hurting.
“Enough, Dom. She’s had enough,” Vincent said, stopping me mid-strike by capturing my wrist.
I backed away, breathless, my hair a mess from the delicious violence—my drug of choice. Levin released her wrists. She lay crying softly into her mattress, her ass covered in red from my belt, not looking at any of us.
“When I find out who it was, I will kill him,” I vowed again. “He’s fucking dead.”
I stormed out of the room, my body trembling. The moment I was in the hallway, I rammed my fist through the wall, scaring a couple girls strolling past. They squealed and rushed away. Pissed, I stalked to the elevators so I could go outside to get some air.
Levin joined me a moment later.
“I want to know who it was. Find him. Bring him to me,” I said softly.
“And then what?”
“And then he’ll wish he was never fucking born.”
“Why does it matter so much to you?”
“Because she’s fucking mine!” I shouted, pounding my chest. “ Mine , Levin. And she’s yours.
Vincent’s. Besides, she made us look weak.
She’s not above our rules. The guy who was just buried between her legs is walking around like he won the fucking world.
No one is above us. No one. Get his fucking name. I want him.”
Levin nodded. “Consider it done.”
I exhaled and stared up at the building, my guts aching.
Dead. He was fucking dead. And I’d fuck her in his blood after I gutted him.