Page 67 of Heirs of Havoc

“And few people would be crazy enough to watch.”

“What can I say? Watching you is better than any porn. Even if that means watching you get railed by a psychopath.” It’s hard not to smile at Lev’s stupid words, my gaze slipping from his as that thought spins in my mind. “There she is.”

“Can I ask you a question?” Leaning forward, that sparkle in his eyes shines bright under Bible Burger’s purple lights. And I don’t miss when they fall to my lips. “Why do you call me M&M? Is it ‘cause I’m half-black? Chocolate? I’m no one’s fetish.”

A smile grows on his chiselled face as he moves in closer. “I call you M&M because despite your bite, I know you’re sweet as hell, baby.”

My cheeks heat and I hope he can’t tell I’m blushing with how close we are. “I would never do anything to hurt you guys.” Glancing up, Lev’s smile stays on his face. “Not before, anyway. But after the way you treated me, after the way Dom treated me… I—I dunno. I can’t go home, but part of me knows I can’t be here fighting with you guys either.”

“Fighting?” Lev reaches for another fry and that makes me reach for one too. His finger grazes mine, and it’s hard to ignore the flicker on my skin. He watches as I pull the fry all the way to my mouth. “Is that what I heard you and Feliks doing last night?” That makes me choke, forgetting that Lev knows exactly what happened. He laughs while I gesture that I’m okay, the potato tickling my throat. He rises from his seat. “Let me get you some water.”

“Don’t you order from here?” I choke out my words, pointing to the screen built into the edge of the table.

“It’ll be quicker if I go in the kitchen.” It’s hard not to laugh watching Lev be his entitled self. He rounds the booth, moving behind me. “And don’t worry.” It startles me when his warm breath lands on my neck. “I’ll talk to Dom about this. I’m on your side, M&M.” His words tickle my skin and when I turn around, he heads to the kitchen, a commotion erupting once he’s inside.

Leaning back in my seat, my mind replays our conversation. Is clearing the air with Dom a good idea? But what does that mean? Dom was my first, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t still feel that connection—no matter how much I hate him. Lev is proving to be quite the ear, and his brother, while he never says much, protects me.

I’ve had a piece of each of Dom's men. Vlad, my protector. Lev, my charmer. As for Feliks…

“Mia.”

My head whips up when I hear his voice, like I’ve thought him into existence.

"Mia."

No, he's definitely here.

When I turn to the sound, he walks towards our table in an oversized denim jacket, a white tee that hides his god-like structure.

“What’re you doing here?” I ask.

A glass of water and a glass of soda slams on the table. When I turn around, Lev looks between us. “I invited him.”

“Thought you were on my side, Reznikov.”

“I am.” Lev slides into the booth next to me. “That’s why I called him. Give him a chance.” Feliks sits in the booth in front of me. "He has something that might soften the blow. Don’t you, Ivankov?”

“Oh. Right.” Feliks reaches into the inner pocket of his denim jacket and I swear if it’s that necklace… It isn’t. Looking around, he places a bottle of water on the table. My brows lower but Feliks leans in, screwing the top off and adding it to the half-filled cup of soda. “It’s vodka.”

Coming to Clementine, I thought being sober would be a good reset for my system. No wine at dinner. No drinking myself to oblivion with you-know-who. But now, I could use it. When I bring the drink to my mouth, Feliks leaves his eyes on me.

After the first sip, he speaks again. “I’m sorry, Mia. I should’ve said something to Dom.” That’s not what I expected. Lowering the cup back on the table, the mix of sweet lemon soda and vodka dances on my tongue. “But shit, Bunny, things are complicated.” And now I need another drink. “After what you—”

“She didn’t do it.” Lev pulls the bottle towards him, his arm wrapping around me as he leans back in the booth. Feliks’ eyes move from his arm to me, a twist in his nose.

Then it hits him. “Wait, what?” His gaze flicks to Lev. “We all know what she did. How do you expect me to be in her defence with that behind us?” That makes me take another drink.

“Did you ask her about it?” Lev fires back. “Or were you too busy railing her and not defending her?” Lev takes another sip from the water bottle. Feliks reaches for it, but Lev pulls back.

“What can I say? She enjoys getting railed. By me." A smug look settles on Feliks’ face. “But you wouldn’t know that, would you?”

Are they fighting over me?

“Maybe I would, Ivankov,” Lev chuckles. “Maybe I would. But you’d have to be there that day in the kitchen to know it.”

Feliks looks at me, his thick brows knitting. “I guess we need to have a few conversations, Bunny.”

“You know what?” Taking a glug of my drink, I look between the guys. “No one deserves the conversation about what happened except Dom, and as far as I know, he doesn’t want it. So leave me the hell out of this. And whatever macho display you both are showcasing right now, I don’t want it.”

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