Page 20 of Savage Little Queen

He rested his hand over her abdomen. I took in the bandages he still wore around his wrists.

“Are you OK, Dom?” I asked, my voice thick with sadness. I couldn’t imagine what he’d gone through. I hated myself just a little bit more at the thought.

“Yeah. Mostly.”

“Do-do you want to talk about it?” I didn’t really think he would, but I wanted him to know I was here if he did.

He said nothing for a moment as he gently moved his thumb along her smooth skin.

“I did some fucked-up shit while she was away. My father annulled our marriage. She’s no longer my wife, but I’m glad she’s not because the shit I did, she’d have divorced my ass. I fucked other women. I believed she was dead. I tried to cope in a destructive way. Burying the pain with a new pain, I guess. I used so many damn drugs. I wasn’t myself without her. I don’t think I’m myself still. I really think who I was died in that bathtub that night. I’m not sad about it either. I hated that guy. Nothing ever made sense, but now it’s like everything has fallen into place. I have her back. She’s here. Alive. Carrying my baby. I think she’s happy. I fucking pray every night that she is. All I want to do is keep her that way. But there’s this other smallpart of me that wants to kill these motherfuckers so she and the babies can live in a safer world.” He paused for a moment. “I won’t stop until Tate Riley is fucking dead.” His green eyes locked on mine. There was so much hatred and anger there that it made chills pop up along my skin.

“I want him dead too.”

He nodded. “Then we’re on the same team.”

“We are,” I murmured, looking up at her again as she slept.

“As for the bandages, I take them off long enough to change them. I don’t like looking at what I’ve done. It makes me feel weak. The scars are deep and ugly. My fingers still tingle, and it aches, but I’d do it a million times over because it brought her back to me.” It was his turn to gaze at her. “She’s my world, Fallon. I’d die to defend her and everything she loves.”

He said it so fiercely that I swallowed hard and nodded. “I know.”

“So don’t fucking hurt her.” He leveled his gaze on me. “Don’t hurt me or Levin and Vin. I really will fucking kill you if you fuck us over again. You’re only alive because you got lucky and got my wife pregnant. If she weren’t carrying your baby, I’d have already sought you out and ended your life.”

I knew he wasn’t kidding or making idle threats. Dominic De Santis never did shit like that. If he said he was going to do something, best believe it.

“I won’t hurt her or the guys,” I answered. “I swear it.”

He studied me for a moment before he nodded. “Stay with her? I need to speak to Anson.”

I couldn’t believe he was willing to leave me with her.

I nodded eagerly and sat up when he did.

“I’ll be back. Call me if she needs me. I’ll be downstairs.”

“I will,” I said.

He hesitated for a moment before he left the room, taking the plates with him and closing the door.

I breathed out and lay beside Bianca, my hand on her belly.

“I love you, princess,” I murmured. “Here’s to starting over.”

CHAPTER 7

Dominic

I was givingFallon the benefit of the doubt. It was hard as fuck for me, but I was willing to do it because of my love for my wasp. I knew she may be pissed at him, but deep down, she was in love with the asshole.

I meant what I’d told him though. Had he not gotten her pregnant, I’d have ended his life without batting a lash. No one fucks over me, my girl, or my guys, and lives to talk about it.

It was the final bit of kindness I’d bestow upon him. One more fuck-up, and I’d end him, baby or not.

“Hey, there you are,” Enzo said as I stepped off the bottom step. “If you have a minute, I’d like to talk.”

“Of course.”

“Leave your plates on the hall table.” He nodded to the small table along the wall. I did as he asked before he gestured for me to follow him to his office. Once inside, he closed the door behind him, and I took a seat on his leather couch as he sat in his chair.

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