Page 47 of Savage Little Queen

Levin let out a frustrated growl and glared at me from Dominic’s side.

“I want you to let me love him like I love you all. I want him with us,” I said.

“And you don’t hate him for lying to you?” Levin demanded. “He fucking knew what F-Word was doing.”

“It’s true, but I don’t hate him. I’m mad at him just like I’m still mad at Fallon. When it comes down to it, though, I’d die for any of you without a second thought,” I admitted.

Dominic’s thumb traced gentle circles on my cheek. “I’d never ask you to die for us.”

“You wouldn’t have to, hornet ass,” I whispered. “I’d do it because I love you.”

Dominic was silent for a moment. “Fallon?”

“Yeah?” Fallon murmured.

“Did you know Bianca and Drake were. . . together?”

“No,” he answered. “I knew they were growing close to one another, but I didn’t know they’d actually done anything until after she was already gone. He told me.”

“Do you trust him?”

“With my life,” Fallon said. “He’s become one of my best friends.”

“Get him,” Dominic’s voice shook. “Now.”

Fallon rose and left the room, leaving us in silence.

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

“Bow your head,mia regina,” Dominic said softly.

“Dominic—”

“Bow yourfuckinghead, Bianca.”

I did as he said, the fear amped up. I knew he had a gun on him. If he killed Drake, he’d break my heart.

My heart thundered in my chest. I hated this position on my knees. It sent ugly images flashing through my mind. Tate. His voice. His touch.

I shuddered as I tried to control my breathing.

A moment later, the door opened, and Fallon returned with Drake in tow. The door closed softly behind them with a click.

“What’s going on?” Drake demanded. “Why is Bianca on the floor—”

“Did you fuck my queen, Petrov?” Dominic asked in a deep, growly voice.

I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. I knew Dominic. He was going to kill him, and there wasn’t a damn thing I’d be able to do to stop him.

“Why is Bianca on thefuckingfloor?” Drake demanded, his voice louder.

“Answer my question,” Dominic snarled, rising to his feet and stepping around me. “Did you fuck our girl?”

“Bianca,” Drake called out, ignoring Dominic. “Get up. It’s OK.”

“Bianca, stay,” Dominic said.

“You fucking prick! Don’t you know Tate made her get on her knees and obey? Don’t you know what this shit does to her?”

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