Page 51 of Heirs of Havoc

Stumbling towards Lev, he takes a sweeping step back.

When I balance out, my eyes move to Dom, his black collared shirt unbuttoned, hanging to the sides. Did the room just get hotter?

The twins are brawny, but Dom is a tall stack of muscle and they're well on display. Those grey eyes gaze over the three of us before he cocks a brow, waiting for an answer.

Like he owns me.

“Dancing,” I respond, taking a step closer to Vlad. I’m expecting Dom to throw me back into the cellar, but he just stares with those gunmetal eyes. I’m waiting for the bullet. But I’m not going down easy. Not this time.

“I was cooking,” Vlad clarifies, stepping away.

They might be afraid of Dom, but I’m not.

“Cooking a Merlo scramble?” Dom brings a bottle of vodka to his lips.

Lev’s hand comes to the back of his neck. “Just having some fun, Fed.”

“Fun, huh?” Dom’s jaw works. “Didn’t know I let the vermin out for fun.”

“Fun,” I confirm. Moving towards Lev, I place my hand on his shoulder. “Lev was just taking me for a dance around the kitchen. Weren’t you, Lev?”

Lev glances at me, then back at Dom. “Uh, something like that.”

“Is that right?” Dom’s eyes narrow and the butterflies in my stomach burst. God, what the hell is wrong with me? Am I really trying to make Dom jealous? “You dance with a filthy, fucking traitor, Reznikov?”

“Fuck you.” The words fly out of my mouth before I can stop them. “You jealous prick.” Moving towards the entry, I need to get out of the kitchen before I make this worse. As I pass Dom, I sharpen my glare, pushing those words into his skull. I don’t know where I’m going. It’s not like I have a room. A couch. A cot. Or anything.

Dom reaches for my hand, grabbing it. Tight.

“No. Stay.” His frigid grip wraps around my wrist before he flings me back into the kitchen like a doll. “Dance.” Tapping at his phone, “Save the Last Dance For Me” by The Drifters comes over the speakers. My back slams into Lev’s chest before his hands come to my arms, stopping my stumble.

“Uh, I’m good, man,” Lev says.

Vlad chuckles from behind him. When I glance over, he slides his steak from the pan to a plate.

“You too Vlad,” Dom snaps. “Why don’t you take our hostage for some fun?”

“Listen, I don’t have time for your jealous games.” Now I’m the one to protest.

“Dance!” Dom shouts, his jaw rigid. Then his voice softens as quick as it rose. “So I can show you how jealous I’m not.” He flashes a fake-ass smile.

Vlad mumbles something before coming in front of me, holding out a hand. “Just do what he says. I want to eat. I don’t need the fucking drama.” He surprises me when his spin is as fluid as Lev’s. He leads, of course, as we twirl and move to the song.

“Both of you together,” Dom demands and I haven’t forgotten he’s there, glugging his vodka. “You wanna eat, Vlad? How about a Mia sandwich?” The twins listen, pressing me between them. I move with them to the beat and I’m having more fun than I thought, but it’s hard to relish in the moment with the way Dom stares into me with those eyes. When Vlad twirls me into Lev, Lev gives me a wink before he rolls his eyes at Dom’s antics. “Getting a little hot, Mia Mouse?” Dom calls over the music, the song changing to another classic. “The Great Pretender” by The Platters.

“Are you?” I spit, moving into Vlad a little harder as I make sure to press my ass into him.

Dom’s eyes drop to my behind. “Lev, ease her out of her attire."

Wait …

A nervous chuckle comes from Lev, “You want me to take her clothes off, man?”

“Nothing you haven’t seen before, right?” Dom’s eyes stare into mine. “She saved your brother.” That confirms the twins told him. “You saved her so it seems you’re pretty fucking close. Do it.” In classic Dom fashion, he doesn’t call my bluff. He implodes the situation. And in classic Dom fashion, he’s using yesterday’s incident against me.

“Fuck this,” Vlad mutters behind me, and before I can ask what that means, he tugs my school blouse off my shoulders, exposing my bra. “There, I did it for him. Happy? Now, I’m gonna—”

“It seems you’re eager to join in, Vlad,” Dom chuckles, his eyes on my tits. “So why don’t we all have a little more fun?”

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