Page 12 of Savage Little Queen

“Like you haven’t seen my dick or ass before,” he shot back.

“Been trying to forget.”

He put his clothes on, turned, then came to me and stood at the side of my bed.

“I was worried about you last night. When you got shot.”

I stared up at him in confusion. “You got hit pretty fucking hard in the head, huh?”

He chuckled softly. “I did, but I’m being honest. Bianca loves you. I believed you were toast, man.”

“Well, we were all almost toast,” I muttered. “I don’t know how we all escaped.”

“Just wasn’t our time, I guess.” He fiddled with the sheet on my bed. “Can I ask you a question?”

“If I say no, are you going to ask anyway?”

He sighed and ignored me. “I love Bianca. I want only the best for her. Do you. . . do you think I should just leave?”

I widened my eyes at him. “What? You want to walk out on your girl and kid?”

“Fuck no!” He stared at me, his eyes huge. “No way. I want to be here with them, but I’m pretty sure she’s going to tell me to fuck off. I’ve always finished last, you know? Life has never gone my way. I’m not complaining,” he rushed on as I raised a brow at him. “We make our own luck and all that. But I don’t know. I feel like she just hates me now, and I’m ruining any sort of happiness she could have by being the pathetic piece of shit darkening her doorstep. I still want to be involved in my kid’s life, but maybe Dom was right sending me away.”

I sighed. “It’s too early for this shit, Fallon.”

“Right.” His bottom lip trembled, and he backed away from my bed.

I closed my eyes for a moment. “Stop. Fuck. I don’t think you should leave. In fact, I think you should go to her and tell her everything you feel. Apologize for being a piece of fuck, and then make it up to her.”

“Really?”

It was the fucking hope in his eyes that got me.

“Yeah. You should. I wouldn’t do it when Dom is near her, but you definitely should at some point. Sooner rather than later.”

He nodded and looked to the door. The look on his face told me he was prepared to meet Dom head-on if that’s what it took.

I admired that because he was crazy as shit.

Dom might kill him. I’d be surprised if he didn’t after all the shit we’d been through.

“Don’t fucking do it right now,” I warned as he stepped away from my bed.

He blinked at me through his swollen and bruised eyelids. “I’m tired of waiting. I need to see her.”

“You’re going to get your ass kicked.” I shifted and let out a low groan.

“You OK?” Fallon paused and looked at me.

I sighed. “I feel like I’ve been shot. Oh wait. . .”

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry about everything. You getting shot, taking Bianca, lying about shit. All of it. I want to start over.” He looked to the door again.

“You were always shit at listening, Vasiliev,” I muttered. “I guess that hasn’t changed.”

He shrugged and gave me a sad smile. “I’m just a stupid guy doing stupid guy things. Maybe I’ve learned my lesson.”

“For the sake of everything, I really hope you have,” I said.

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