Page 11 of Savage Little Queen

“Family?” I asked.

“It’s something he needs to speak to Dom about,” Enzo said. “Tomorrow.”

I nodded. The horsemen hadn’t exactly steered us wrong, but I was leery of everyone in our world. So far, though, aside from stabbing my ass and kidnapping me and B, they’d done good by us. I wanted to trust them.

And tonight, we were alive because of them and their allies.

“I’ll speak to Dom,” I said softly. I glanced to Drake, who stared back at me with a pained expression on his face.

I knew that look. That was the look of a man who knew he was going to lose everything he’d ever wanted. He’d saved B tonight too. Saved the babies. And in a way, that had saved Dom and the rest of us.

We owed him.

“OK. There’s food in the kitchen. E ordered some pizza. Grab some and get it to your guys. Rest up. You’re safe here.” Enzo leveled his dark eyes on me. “We’ll talk further tomorrow. Sound good?”

“I’m agreeable,” I said, getting to my feet.

“There are extra rooms on the third floor,” Fox said. “Drake, Trent, and Anson will be up there also.”

“Thanks, but I’m going to sleep with Dom and B.” I caught the sad look on Drake’s face again before he threw back a drink and looked away. “I’ll, uh, see you guys in the morning.”

“Don’t get too loud,” Cole said, winking at me. I offered him a quick smile, knowing we weren’t going to get to that sort of business tonight.

Enzo inclined his head at me. “Have a good night, Vin. Sleep well.”

“Thanks, man. We appreciate all of this.”

“I know you’d do it for us,” Enzo said.

He was right. We would.

So, I was just going to lay my trust out and not get excited about the prospect of being dead to this fucking world so I could really finally rest in peace.

CHAPTER 4

Levin

I glaredover at Fallon as he let out a soft groan. You’d think he was the one who got fucking shot last night with all the bitching he was doing.

“You’re still fucking alive?” I snapped at him as he opened his eyes and looked at me from across the room.

“Funny you should ask that, dick vein. I was going to say the same thing to you,” he muttered.

I scoffed.

I still fucking hated his ass.

He groaned, got out of bed, his face slightly less swollen than last night, and shuffled to the attached bathroom. I’d barely slept. I kept thinking about suffocating him in his sleep. When those thoughts weren’t in my head, I was thinking about my bumblebee and my brother.

He hadn’t come in to see me.

I assumed he was pretty banged up and needed the rest, but I couldn’t beat down the anger or excitement in my chest at knowing he was alive.

He had a lot of fucking explaining to do.

I lay in bed and listened as Fallon showered. He came out with a towel wrapped around his waist, went to the dresser, and pulled out some sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Cover your ass,” I grunted as he dropped his towel and tugged the pants on.

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