Page 22 of Savage Little Queen

“I’m with you,” I said firmly.

He nodded and smiled at me. “Thank you. It’s hard to find good men in this world, but I believe you’re one.”

“Just don’t fuck me over.”

He chuckled. “I would never. I am sorry for the scare with Drake and Bianca. I told him to make it look like she was dead if he got the chance in case you wanted her to run. I told him to watch her and protect her. Of course, I didn’t have to twist his arm on that one.” He watched me closely.

I cleared my throat. “He’s done well. Had me fooled.”

“Does he?” Enzo raised his brows at me.

“What do you mean?”

He shook his head. “Have you watched him with her?” The way he worded it seemed delicate like he was trying not to hurt my feelings. “It reminds me of the way Anson is with my girl.”

“Do you think Drake wants my wasp?” I was appalled at the very idea but wasn’t new to the thought. I’d seen the way helooked at her. The way she looked at him. The willingness he had to put his life on the line for her. Plus, they’d spent all those weeks together. She’d claimed he’d helped her. And he did bring her back to us.

I frowned.

“I think you should watch your girl closer. That’s all. She’s a beautiful woman, Dom. She’s strong and brave. Wild. She’s the sort many want to tame and break. You’ve experienced it already with the lords. But Drake doesn’t strike me like those men. I think if he gets too close, he’d offer her unimaginable freedom. And a wild girl like your wasp is the type to take it and run.”

I swallowed hard at his words. “What do you know?”

“It’s not my place to say.”

“Don’t fuck with me, De Luca,” I said, my anger surfacing. “We’re friends. Just be honest with me. What do you know?”

“You and the kings aren’t the only ones who love her,” he said softly. “I’m going through it myself, but we don’t talk about it. We let Rosalie continue to have her friendship. We trust her not to step out on us.”

“You think Bianca and Drake. . .?” My stomach roiled with the notion of another man touching her. Loving her. Making her moan. Making her come.

“I think,” he said delicately. “That you aren’t the only ones who care about her. That’s all. I know nothing past that. It’s just an observation I’ve made.”

I ground my teeth together.

She’d tried to tell me something, and I’d blown her off.

But she wouldn’t. Not with fucking Drake Petrov.

Fallon would know. I knew he would.

The thought that maybe they’d share her together made the sickness rise.

I breathed out to calm myself. We had too much to lose by fucking with this shit. I’d fucked up and maybe she had also, but it was over.

We’d started over.

I’d let it be. For now.

And if Drake Petrov even thought about getting close to her again without our permission, I’d make sure he didn’t forget who the hell she belonged to.

A soft knock on the door pulled me out of my head.

“Come in,” Enzo called out.

The door cracked open, and the devil himself walked in.

Drake.

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