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He tossed the covers back and helped me to my feet before leading me back to the room I shared with Dominic. When we got inside, I crawled into the middle of the bed, and Vincent crawled in beside me.

Dominic immediately wound his arm around me.

“Mm, wasp,” he mumbled. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I whispered, relaxing against my pillow. Vincent placed his hand on my belly. Dominic released me and rested his hand over Vincent’s.

“Vin,” he murmured. “Taking care of our girl?”

“Always, Dom.”

“Mm, good.”

I closed my eyes, their hands on my belly, and breathed out.

Yeah, I’d do anything to save them.

Without a doubt, I would finish this. I wanted our lives back. I was a queen, after all, and queens didn’t sit back and take shit. I wouldn’t start now.

I was born to take over this empire, and I’d damn well do it and present it to my kings on my knees, the blood of our enemies on my hands.

I just had to figure out how.

CHAPTER 36

Levin

“How the fuckare we going to just waltz into the Underground?” I demanded as we sped through town.

“Easy. We’ll use the front door,” Anson said, glancing over at me with a grin on his face.

“You expect me to believe you can walk into the Underground, be Matteo’s lapdog,andbe loyal to the horsemen?”

“I do,” Anson said simply. “My father is a wicked beast but he wasn’t always that way. If I can save him, I will. If I can’t, then I’ll at least know I tried.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “You clearly don’t know how Matteo works.”

He shrugged. “Maybe not, but I see the man I once knew shine through every now and then. That means something to me. I think it’ll be OK.”

I scoffed at him. No wonder he pissed Cole off so much. He was pissing me off, and he wasn’t even after my girl. How Cole kept from killing him was beyond me.

Nothing about Matteo De Santis was OK.

“While I care deeply about whatever the hell you have going on with your father, I’m a little more concerned about how the hell we’re going to just walk into the Underground,” Drake piped up from the backseat. “Clue us in.”

“I already told you.”

I let out an exaggerated sigh. “So we’re just going to go up and ring the doorbell like we’re selling fucking Girl Scout Cookies? And what exactly are we doing while we’re there?”

“Do you have cookies?” Anson glanced at me.

“No, I don’t have fucking cookies. What’s your plan,De Santis?”

Anson’s lips curled up. “Paying Everett a little visit. Making sure things are running smoothly. I’ll have you two check his dungeon and see what sort of mess is down there.”

I shook my head. This didn’t make a lick of sense. There was no way Everett Church was just going to let us do a fucking inspection. He had no reason to.

We pulled straight up to the mansion that housed the Underground and piled out of the car. I fell in step behind Drake, following Anson up the stone steps.

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