Page 39 of Savage Little Queen

My fist collided with a sickening crack against Fallon’s face, sending him shuffling back. Fox and Cole adjusted their hold on him as blood gushed from his nose.

Vincent and Levin joined me as Fox and Cole held Fallon. With each hit, each crack of bone on bone, I felt lighter.

Fallon grunted, blood pouring from his busted lips and nose. His eyelids began to swell, and his face bruised. Levin clocked him in the ribs so hard that even Fox and Cole couldn’t hold him upright as his knees buckled, and he fell to them.

The beating continued for several long minutes until Fallon’s head lolled on his shoulders, his body limp.

I went to my knees before him and grasped his face, forcing his head up, as Vincent and Levin backed away.

“Look at me,” I commanded softly.

Tiny slits greeted me as he focused his attention on me.

“Never fucking do that shit again,” I said fiercely, cradling his busted face in my hands. “Tell me.”

“I’ll never do it again,” he rasped. “I’m sorry, Dom. I’m so sorry.”

I ground my teeth together and pressed my forehead against his.

“I love you,” Fallon choked out. “All of you. So fucking much. My-my family.”

I exhaled. “I love you too. Welcome home.”

He sobbed softly. “Thank you.Thank you.”

Fox and Cole released him, and he collapsed against me. I held him in my arms as he sobbed softly, clinging to me.

But I also clung to him.

Because it was the truth. I did fucking love him. He was just as much a part of our family as Bianca was.

Warm arms encircled us as Vin went to his knees and hugged me and Fallon. Then Levin joined in, the four of us in one big group hug on our knees for a long time.

“How about we get you cleaned up?” I said, breaking away.

Fallon nodded tiredly.

“We’ll plan something for tomorrow after you’ve rested. We can tell everyone the news. Sound good?”

“Sounds great,” Fallon said weakly.

We broke apart and helped him to his feet. He leaned against Levin.

“Do you need me to kiss your fucking boo-boos, you Russian ass hammock?”

Fallon let out a huff of laughter that made him wince and clutch at his side. “You might have to. I think you cracked a rib, you German dick pimple.”

“Better than your fucking face.”

“You did that, too.”

“It’s good to be back, huh?” Vincent smiled at me as he went to Fallon’s other side to help hold him up.

“It’s great to be back,” I said. “Now let’s kill some motherfuckers.”

I caught Enzo’s eye. His lips quirked up into a small smile as he nodded.

At least we were all on the same page.

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