Page 15 of Savage Little Queen

“You fucking shot me! I’m pregnant, you fucking asshole!”

“I-I didn’t really s-shoot you. It w-was to protect you. Fuck.”

I shook his head, my fingers tangled in his hair.

“B? Baby?” Vincent called out softly. “Hey. Let Drake go.”

I blinked and looked around the room, Drake’s hair was still tangled in my fingers. The horsemen were on their feet, staring at me like I’d grown a second head. The red-haired girl looked from Drake to me in surprise. The guy I didn’t know sat on the edge of his chair, a small smile on his lips.

Trent stepped toward me, and I released Drake’s hair. He crumpled to the floor in a heap, groaning as he continued to clutch himself.

“Hey, easy there, little monster—” Trent started.

I reared back and clocked him too. He stumbled back, his nose bleeding. I made to go in again, but Fallon reached for me and brought my back flush against his chest.

“Princess, easy. That’s enough. The babies,” he murmured in my ear, his arm around my waist.

I swallowed thickly and turned in his arms before I sagged against him. I buried my face in his chest as he held me.

“It’s OK,” he said softly, rubbing my back up and down. “It’s over. You made your point.”

“Fuck, she has a right hook on her,” Trent muttered, wiping at his bloody nose.

“Fucking let her go.” I was torn away from Fallon as Dominic snatched me back. “You don’t fucking touch her.”

“She wanted me!” Fallon shouted back. “Don’t tell her what to do!”

“I’m not. I’m tellingyouwhat the fuck to do!” Dominic snapped.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Stefan yelled as he stepped into the room. “Enough! I’ve listened to a lot of shit over the last few weeks. I’m done. I almost died for real last night. So did the rest of you assclowns. Bianca did what she needed to do. We’re all here now. Fucking get over shit. She’s back. She wants you all. She’s having two of your babies. Fucking find common ground already!”

Silence descended over the room.

“Fuck you,” Levin finally said. “You don’t have any right to dictate what any of us does. You fucking lying son of a bitch.”

“Levin.” Stefan turned to him, his face falling. “Brother.”

“Don’tbrotherme, asshole. My brother is fucking dead.” He stormed from the room without another word, leaving more silence. Stefan hesitated for a moment before following him.

“Well, good morning,” Cole called out finally as Ethan helped Drake to his feet. “We have some breakfast in the kitchen. Rosalie and Enzo just finished cooking it. How about we eat and call each other names after?”

“Yeah. I’m hungry,” Trent muttered, shooting a look at me.

I leered at him, and Dominic tightened his hold on me.

Everyone got up and left the room, Drake limping along behind them without a second look at me.

The guy I didn’t know stopped in front of us.

“I’m Anson,” he said to me. “I wish we’d met under different circumstances.”

I said nothing as I clung to Dominic, whose arm was wound tightly around me.

“Dominic. I’d like to speak to you later,” he continued. “When you have a minute.”

Dominic said nothing. Instead, he grunted. That must have been good enough for Anson because he left us.

I pulled away to see it was just me, Dominic, and Fallon left in the room.

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