Page 104 of Savage Little Queen

“You both did well tonight. Dispatching of my enemies is cause for celebration. Please. Take her as my gift to you.”

“What exactly do you want us to do with her?” I asked dumbly.

“Well, Levin, I know you fucked that little whore Dominic kept on a rope. I expect you still remember what to do with yourdick. Or are you not loyal to me?” Matteo cocked his head at me. “I don’t do well with the disloyal.”

“I’m loyal to you.”

“Are you? Show me.” Matteo sat back in his seat and drank, his head cocked at me.

Motherfucker.

I had to hand it to Drake. He didn’t miss a beat. He pulled Indigo onto his lap and kissed along her neck, earning a chuckle from Matteo.

He was a better fucking actor than I was. I was going to punch him in the cock the moment I got him alone.

He nudged me quickly as he kissed on Indigo’s collarbone.

“What are you waiting for?” Matteo pressed. “You can fuck her right on this table. It’s allowed, provided you’ve paid in blood or money.”

“Levin is shy,” Drake said, pulling away from Indigo. She hadn’t made a sound the entire time. “I think I can help loosen him up if we’re permitted to go upstairs.”

Matteo nodded his head. “Of course. Have fun.”

I breathed out and followed Drake out of the booth and upstairs, noting Drake’s hand on her tiny waist as he steered her out.

“What room?” Drake demanded.

“Four eighteen,” Indigo answered, her voice small and sweet.

In the light, she was breathtaking. She reminded me of Bianca so much it made my guts ache. Her eyes reminded me of cat eyes. Lined in black liner and so big and vibrant. Or at least they would have been vibrant if her life wasn’t in this fucking soul-sucking place.

We went upstairs to the room in silence, Drake closing the door behind us with a click. There was no way in fuck I was going to fuck this chick with him. Bianca was my one and only girl.

Drake stalked across the room and went straight to a box on the wall. I watched with interest while he fucked with it for a moment using a device he’d pulled out of his pocket.

“What are you doing?” I asked, crinkling my brows.

He seemed satisfied because he stuffed the device away, went to the bar, and poured us drinks.

“I asked you a question, motherfucker.”

“I was looping the video feed,” he said to me in a low voice so Indigo couldn’t hear us as she stood staring out the window across the room in her barely-there black outfit. The cleft of her ass hung up from beneath her tiny skirt.

“Every room in this place is wired,” he said. “And I don’t know about you, Seeley, but I’m not interested in fucking anyone but Bianca. I vowed to Dom where my heart was. I vowed it to her. I don’t take that shit lightly.”

“You were just kissing on this chick,” I snapped softly at him.

He slammed back his drink. “Meant shit. I know how to play the game better than you. I suggest you pick it up, or you’ll end up risking not only your life but Bianca’s and the guys’ too. Your old man doesn’t seem too fond of you. He’d probably just fuck someone else and make another son if he had to get rid of your ass. So you’re not as safe as you think you are.”

I grunted. He had a point.

“Whatever. So what are we doing up here with her?”

“Nothing. Killing some time. I need a fucking break.” He cleared his throat. “Hey, Indigo. Want a drink?”

She turned to look back at us for a moment before making her way over. She really was like a cat. A slow, scared kitten.

She stopped at the bar next to me and took the glass Drake offered her.

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