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She stared up at me with tear-soaked cheeks.

Fuck her.

I turned, then went to Bianca and took her hand.

“We’re leaving,” I said. “Vin. Fallon. Get Stella. It’s time to go.”

“I’m right here,” Stella said, taking in the scene with wide eyes. “You want me to punch her mom for you?”

Despite the situation and my anger, I couldn’t help but give Stella a smile.

“You’re a crazy bitch,” Vin muttered at her.

“Is that a no?” she called out as we moved past her.

“Stella, for fuck’s sake,” Fallon started. The two began bickering with one another as we made our way through the outdoor venue.

We were leaving this fucking place for good.

It was about time. I was sick of being here.

CHAPTER 35

Bianca

Night had fallen,and Dominic had finally gone to sleep. We were alone in our room in the new safe house, but there was no way I could sleep after everything, so I got up, went to the door, and looked back at him in bed.

Despite his sleep, he looked distraught. All of this was taking its toll on us. I knew it was getting close to the big bang, and for that, I was terrified. I didn’t know what Matteo had planned, but I knew it had to be something big. The fact that he outwardly called Dominic his brother meant he was growing tired of the game he was playing and would act soon.

I closed the door behind me and went to Vincent’s room since I knew Fallon had called it an early night hours ago, citing he just needed to get some sleep that wasn’t on a floor or at the foot of a bed, since our bed at Bolten hadn’t been nearly large enough to fit all of us.

Quietly, I opened Vinny’s door and stepped into the darkness. I tiptoed to his bed and crawled in beside him. His arms immediately found me. He cinched me to his body.

“Baby B,” he murmured. “Are you OK?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Mm, I’m not doing too great at it either,” he said, kissing my forehead. “Is Dom sleeping?”

I nodded against his chest.

It was a full moon, and it practically illuminated Vincent’s room.

We were quiet for a moment.

“Do you miss Levin?” I asked softly.

“I do,” he answered, his fingers making gentle circles on my arm.

“What if he doesn’t come back, Vinny? What if something happens—”

He tilted my face up and brushed his lips against mine. “Shh, my B. He promised us. Levin never breaks a promise.”

I kissed him again, deepening it. He was quick to fall into the kiss, a soft groan leaving his lips when I rubbed his cock through his boxers.

His fingers tangled in my hair before he was underneath my red silk nightie. He rubbed my clit, making me moan through our kissing.

“You’re so wet, B,” he said, breathless.

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