Page 68 of Heirs of Havoc

Lev leans into me. “You sure? Because I can settle with you wanting my cock down your throat again.” I almost choke on my sip as I look around the restaurant. Students from class sit at a faraway table. While the place gets a little busier, it’s still not packed, so I don’t think anyone heard him. Anyone except Feliks, who glares into his head. “Don’t worry,” Lev says, his hand tightening on my shoulder. “It’s our little secret.” Not anymore.

“Mia, I’m sorry.” Feliks grabs the bottle from Lev. “And if you let me, I’ll really make it up to you.” He winks, turning on the charm which is oh-so-fiery coming from someone as introverted as he is. “If you want to have that conversation, or any others, I’m ready. Whenever. With or without Dom. But until then, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” My eyes catch his when I look up. He’s peering right into mine like he’s affirming that promise.

“Feliks apologizing for something?” Vlad’s deep voice comes from behind me. “The fuck did I miss?” The table, bolted into the floor, creaks when Vlad squeezes in beside Feliks.

“A lot,” Lev chuckles. Like Vlad knows there’s nothing but liquor in that water bottle, he grabs it. Lev grabs it back. “Happy you’re here, bro, but we need a DD, because we’re about to get Mia so wasted she forgets why she’s mad. Just like old times.” That sentiment sends a ripple of tingling nostalgia through me. But there’s one thing.

“We can’t go back to the way things were.” I remind them, but the guys all look at me like I'm insane.

Lev leans closer, vodka coming off his breath. “Try us.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Two Years Ago

The room spins, dark house music blaring over the speakers. Blame the copious amounts of vodka, the lines of powder the twins shoved under my nose, or the many weed sessions with Feliks. But I feel incredible.

So incredible that the way Dominik Federov looks at me while I suck on another joint doesn’t even scare me. It doesn’t make me feel afraid or like he’ll rip my head off at any second.

I feel desired.

“Keep looking at me like that and be ready to spray the consequences,” I slur, a sly smile stamped on my face.

When I said I wanted a distraction, I got one. A night with these guys is as fun as always. I’m not thinking about what’ll happen tomorrow. I’m just thinking about this moment.

Feliks whistles beside me. Lev chuckles on the long black leather sofa in front of us. He lays across it, his red blazer open, his tattooed muscles on display.

“You got a lot of attitude for a dead girl.” Dominik pulls his cigarette to his lips. “Keep talking like that and if your father doesn’t kill you, I will.”

“Enough to make you spray?” Feliks jokes, his voice soft and his high at a thousand. “Might want to hold off on any more liquor, Bunny.” Bunny. It’s always been his name for me and I don’t ask why. Only because I kind of like it.

“He likes it,” I snicker, Dom narrowing his eyes into mine and my stomach flips. “Don’t you, Dom?”

Resting his elbows on his knees, Dom leans closer, taking a puff. His eyes rake over me as I lean against the pool table, shivers rolling up my spine. “Keep it up in my house, Mia Mouse, and you’re looking to get caught.”

I snort, swiping the joint from Feliks’ fingers. “You don’t scare me, Dominik.”

I swear the music stops when my tongue ends on that ‘k.’ No one calls Dom by his name. But consider me confident. Consider me high as fuck.

Consider me playing with fire.

Feliks swipes his joint back before taking a massive step to the side.

Dom lifts his head, the glass of vodka dangling from his index and thumb. “Come again?”

Straightening my stance, butterflies fill my gut. “You heard me, Dominik.”

Crash!

And now my heart pounds. It’s not the coke. It’s not the way he looks at me. It’s what he’ll do. The wrath he spills onto his company rarely comes out on me, but tonight, with freedom giving me this energetic blow to my system? I crave destruction.

“This should be good,” Lev chuckles.

“She’s a fucking goner,” Vlad responds.

Dominik rises to his feet, his boot crunching the glass as he stalks towards me. I straighten up. But he doesn’t stop.

Three feet.

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