Page 26 of Savage Little Queen

I sank onto the end of the bed and rested my elbows on my knees as I cradled my head. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t stop the sob from escaping my lips. All my life, I'd wanted a family. Craved it. Was desperate for my father to love me and treat me like he gave a damn. Now I knew why he never did. I was the product of hatred. I was what was left behind when men in power abused it. He wasn't my father. He was the man forced to raise me after he had everything taken from him.

Fallon shifted and moved to sit beside me as Bianca continued to slumber. I didn’t want her to wake up and see me like this.

“What happened?” Fallon asked softly.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked at him.

“Anson and Trent are my nephews,” I whispered. “My father isn’t my father. He’s my brother and he wants me dead, and Bianca’s father knew my father. . . brother.” I told him what I’d learned, and he sat in silence, absorbing it all.

“I’m sorry,” he said gently, wincing. “What can I do?”

“Get Vin and Levin,” I murmured.

He said nothing and was out the door in moments, leaving me alone with a sleeping Bianca. Quickly, I wiped at my eyes and got to my feet and stood. I went to her bedside and stared down at her.

She was breathtaking. The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She was the mother of my child. The love of my life. Hell, of my eternity.

And she was in danger because of it.

“Dom?” Levin and the guys came into the room.

I adjusted Bianca’s blankets and made sure she was tucked in properly before turning to face them.

“We need to talk,” I said.

Bianca stared up at me,her blue eyes luminous.

“Drake said your doctor wants to see you,” I said. I’d told the guys what was going on. We were in shock. My head was still reeling from the news that I had two nephews, one I thought was my enemy and I’d beaten the shit out of a time or two oncampus. That my father wasn’t my father and was instead my brother. And he hated me and wanted me dead.

I knew I should have gotten Bianca to the doctor the day before, but shit was just insane, so we’d pushed it off a day. I still hadn’t told her anything. I wanted her to rest and feel better.

“How are we going to go?” she asked. She hadn’t left the bedroom once. No one had come in to bother us either, aside from Vincent, Levin, and Fallon. Vin had stayed in here with us last night, too, and had curled up to Bianca on her other side.

I’d smiled as I watched them sleep, her tucked up against him, and him with his arm around her.

I hated how perfect it was because I knew this wasn’t going to last. I had to make a decision. I’d turned down Enzo’s offer, but I wasn’t against sending Bianca away and keeping her “dead” to the fucks out there intent on harming her and my babies.

Everything was really fucked right now, aside from the situation with Bianca. Levin was still pissed and ignoring Stefan. Fallon kept looking at me with puppy dog eyes, but at least he and Bianca seemed to be getting along. She was still withdrawn from him, but at least she tried.

I was trying, also.

I didn’t know why. He’d nearly ruined our lives. But he was having a baby with her. I wasn’t going to punish the kid because of his stupid-ass decisions.

“I’m working on it,” I said. “How about you take a shower, baby? I’ll ask Rosalie if you can borrow some clothes, OK? Then we’ll go.”

She got to her feet, a look of uncertainty on her pretty face. “Can Fallon come?”

I ground my teeth but forced a smile onto my face. “Sure. If he wants to.”

“Thank you.” She went up on her tiptoes and kissed me lightly before pulling away and going to the bathroom.

I left the bedroom and went downstairs to find Fox sitting at the kitchen table looking at a laptop. He’d been all over the news with his Heisman win. I wasn’t sure how he kept his shit straight, but he somehow managed. I knew the guy had a bright future ahead of him if this life didn’t kill him.

“Hey,” I said.

He looked up at me. “What’s up?”

“Is Rosalie here?”

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