Thirty-One
Bianca
I marched to my room with Levin following behind me, not saying a word to me at all.
I rolled my eyes as I pushed my door open.
Our conversations were pretty limited. It didn’t help that I was still seriously pissed off at the kings.
But even before that, Levin had been hateful and withdrawn from me.
After my disappearing act at the party, none of them had left me alone.
Each one took turns trailing me. Vincent kept trying to make things better, but it was a no from me as of late.
As much as the idea of having the kings excited me, I also knew it wouldn’t last. I was a deal they’d made.
Aside from the potential for some wild sex, I doubted they even gave a shit about me, especially Levin who acted like I was the most disgusting thing to walk the planet.
Dom made me feel like I was nothing when he’d beaten my ass raw with his belt and said what he’d said to me. Even after all that, I still couldn’t get the thought of being with them out of my head. It didn’t stop me from wanting to tear them apart though. They’d really pissed me off.
Then there was Fallon. God. Fallon. I wanted him so much.
I told myself it was a one-time thing, but I really liked him, despite the waving red flag.
He was kind to me when he didn’t have to be.
He acted like he actually gave a shit. And the way he touched me.
. . if it was an act, he deserved an Academy Award for it.
But seeing him again was out of the question.
There was no way I could. The kings weren’t letting me go anywhere alone.
Not even the bathroom. They simply lurked outside the door, waiting for me to finish so they could annoy me more.
Even at night, one of them was parked outside my door or sitting all sullen in a dark corner of my room while I slept.
Assholes.
But at least they were doing their job. It was what I wanted, after all.
“Why do you always just lurk outside my door?” I raised my brows at Levin as he took post in his usual spot, leaning against the wall by my door.
“So you can’t escape,” he grumbled.
“Just come in so you don’t look like such a stalker,” I said, stepping inside my room.
He pushed past me like he usually did, jostling me to the side as he inspected my space to make sure nothing was amiss. It was Levin’s routine. Stomp in. Check things out. Stomp out. Then pout in the hall.
Today, I closed my door on him before he could leave. He glared at me and reached for the doorknob.
“Why are you like this?” I stood in front of the door so he couldn’t open it and crossed my arms over my chest.
“Move, D’Angelou.”
“Fuck off, Seeley, and answer my question.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as a muscle ticked along his jaw.
“Move out of the damn way, or I’ll move you myself.”
I raised my eyebrows at him in a challenge. I was so over this shit. “Then you’d have to touch me, and heaven forbid you have to get your hands dirty.”
He narrowed his blue eyes at me, his nostrils flared.
“This would go so much more smoothly if you weren’t such an asshole,” I continued, waiting for his explosion.
“If you got the hell out of my way, it would save us both a lot of time, and then I wouldn’t be an asshole.”
“But you’re always an asshole.”
“Move.” He took a step closer as I backed up.
“Make me.”
“Move,” he snarled, closing in on me.
My heart thrashed violently in my chest. After he’d nearly killed me, I didn’t doubt he’d try again. It wasn’t exactly like he’d completely apologized for losing his shit on me before.
But I wasn’t going to back down. If I was doing this, then I was going to make them just as miserable as they made me. Plus, I really wanted to wreck their little gang all while getting answers about my dad.
“I need your help.”
“You’re already getting more than enough from us. You don’t get twice the help because you want to play the victim. Now move .”
“I’ll do anything you want,” I said, lifting my chin so I didn’t appear as terrified of him as I felt.
He stepped forward, his blue eyes flashing. I backed up until I was against the door. The heat from his body made my skin prickle with goosebumps.
“You can have me like Dom had me,” I said thickly.
His gaze swept over my face as I stared up at him, my insides turning to Jell-O. He rested one of his arms over my head, his brows knit.
“Like the guy who fucked you over the weekend did?”
I’d never admitted I’d had sex. Dom had been pissed enough.
“Why do you think I had sex?”
Levin let out a soft laugh. “We both know you did. There was no other way you’d have gotten those marks on your back unless someone was fucking you up against something rough. Was it worth it?”
The question caught me by surprise. I swallowed. “Yes.”
The muscle ticked in his jaw again. “Do you like the guy?”
I nodded. “I do.”
“You know you have an expiration date, right?”
“Just trying to make the most of the time I have left,” I whispered.
My breath caught in my chest as he reached out with his other hand and lifted a blonde wave of hair and frowned down at it.
“You can’t have whoever it is. You know it’ll never happen. We won’t let it.”
My heart fell. I did know that. I nodded miserably and stared at the floor. This hadn’t gone to plan. I’d wanted to play him, but he was better at the game than I was. I needed to face facts. My game was weak as hell. I was a kitten playing with wolves.
The moment the thought hit my mind, a heavy feeling of sadness and the knowledge I really wasn’t going to make it out of this, no matter what tricks I tried to play, washed over me.
His warm fingers tilted my chin up. I tried to look away from him as hot tears prickled my eyes.
“For what’s it’s worth, I’d have taken you and made you scream my name all night long, Bianca D’Angelou. You are who you are though, and for that, I will never fucking touch you unless it’s to kill you.”
In a surprising move, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss over a tear that had trickled onto my cheek. His hand clutched my waist, and he hauled me roughly against his hard body, his lips now at my ear. “And then I’ll kill the prick who touched you.”
I twisted my fingers in his white button-down, breathing hard. “Why wait?”
“Because I want to fucking savor the taste of your fear while you wait for me to strike. It’s the terror I taste on your skin that makes it worth it. You’re fucking nothing to me, Bianca. Your games won’t work on me. Stop trying to play them.” He tightened his hold on my waist, making me wince.
A knock on the door had him releasing me and backing away. It took me a moment to compose myself, but I managed before I pulled the door open to find Vincent standing there. His dark eyes moved from my face to Levin standing close behind me.
“Why are you crying?” His gaze snapped back to me as he frowned.
“What?” I quickly wiped at my face, noting the dampness on my hands. “Sorry. Something in my eye.”
“Was it Levin’s attitude?” he asked dryly, tossing a quick look of irritation over my shoulder to the brute behind me.
“I was just telling her an ugly, little truth,” Levin said easily.
“I’m sure you were gentle about it too.” Vincent stepped inside as I backed away closer to Levin.
“No.” Levin stomped over to the overstuffed chair in my room and sank down into it.
“Whatever. Don’t be an asshole.” Vincent glanced at me again. “You good, baby B?”
I nodded. “Great.”
He surveyed me for a moment before giving me a satisfied nod. “Good, because Dom wants you in red and on your knees in his room in the next ten minutes. You too, Levin.”
“I’m not sucking his dick,” Levin grunted. “That’s D’Angelou’s job, not mine.”
Vincent grinned. “You know if Dom asked you to get him off, you would.”
Levin snorted and shook his head. “You’ve got me confused with you and your drunk ass.”
“Do you and Dom. . .” The thought was a hot one and pulled me away from my morose thoughts for the moment.
Vincent winked. “Get dressed and find out.”
“Like you’d let that dirty, little secret out,” I scoffed as I went to my closet and pulled out a black dress.
“Baby B,” Vincent tutted. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting dressed for his majesty.”
“I said red, not black.”
I shrugged. “Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment.”
A wide smile spread across Vincent’s face as Levin let out a sigh.
“You’re in for a world of hurt.”
I sashayed to my bathroom. “I expect nothing less.”
“Then that’s what you’ll get. Be ready in five. I can’t wait to see the look on Dom’s face.”
I closed the door and took off my uniform.
Truth be told, I couldn’t wait either. If I couldn’t get answers, then at least I could piss Dominic De Santis off. A girl had nothing if she didn’t have her pettiness.