Page 37 of Savage Little Queen

“Later, Levin. Let’s go celebrate with our girl. Dom is the happiest I’ve ever seen him. And Fallon is getting better. There’s a hell of a lot more important things going on than just us.”

He was right.

I brushed my lips against his.

He fell into the kiss quickly, his lips moving against mine in the familiar dance I’d started craving since the first time bumblebee pushed us together and made me realize he was more than just one of my best friends.

He was Vincent.

My Vincent.

And fuck if I wasn’t going to break his heart.

For that, I kissed him harder, begging him with my lips to understand. Pleading with him not to give up on me. To see the reason why I was leaving to go into the fold.

Because I loved him. I loved my bumblebee. Dominic. Even Fallon, the Russian fuckwit.

They were my family, and I’d do anything to save them.

Even if it meant I was assigned to kill them.

CHAPTER 13

Dominic

I was goingto be a dad to a son.

A son.

My son.

Sante Domenico De Santis.

I never knew I could be so fucking happy, but I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. We’d agreed not to tell anyone until later because we wanted Levin to be there.

We’d teach Fallon a valuable lesson and then announce the babies in a few days. I’d already called ahead to let Enzo know we’d like to share the news with everyone, and he’d been more than agreeable to it.

“Do you need anything?” I asked as Bianca settled on the edge of the bed. I kneeled in front of her and brushed her hair over her shoulder as Fallon watched from the dresser where he was leaning.

“Maybe a nap,” she said, her cheeks flushing. She winced. “Sorry. I’m just really tired.”

“It’s OK, baby. Take a nap. I’ve got something to do with Fallon anyway. We’ll come back in later and check on you, OK?” I brushed my lips against hers before helping her slide beneaththe covers. She snuggled down and smiled up at me, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. Having my and Fallon’s sons growing inside her wasn’t an easy task, so my queen needed her rest.

“Your phone is right here,” I said, nodding to her phone on the bedside table. “Call me if you need anything. I’ll be right back up here.”

She nodded tiredly as Fallon moved to stand beside me.

“Where are you guys going?” she asked. Her blue eyes were filled with worry.

“Fallon wants to come home.” I felt Fallon tense beside me.

She sat up a bit in bed, her brows crinkled. “What does that mean?”

“It means I’m going to come home,” Fallon murmured. “Dom is letting me.”

Instead of relief, the worry seemed to spread. “What does that mean?”

“It means he has some sins to pay for, but once he does, he’s back,” I said delicately.

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