Page 50 of Savage Little Queen

Fallon chuckled. “It’s not so bad. I mean, we get punched in the face often as Lords.”

I rolled my eyes. “True. Fucking Seeley packs a punch.”

“Yeah, he does,” Fallon muttered. “I honestly can’t believe Dom didn’t shoot you. Or even Levin. They’re both a little unhinged sometimes. I guess maybe they’ve changed since everything.” A look of sadness swept over his face.

“Maybe,” I muttered. “Last night, I thought Vincent was going to do some shit. He promised me he was going to help me.”

“Vin? What?”

“Yeah, when you guys were in the doc’s, he told me he knew everything and would help me. I didn’t think it would be so soon. Last night, he brought Bianca to me while I was outside. He told her to sit on my lap, and then he ate her out.” My dick twitched to life at the memory.

“He used to sneak her out to meet me too.” He smiled. “Vin is a good guy. Levin is a prick, but I love him anyway. And Dom. . .”

“Dom is terrifying.”

“We’re terrifying. Dom is another level,” Fallon corrected.

I nodded. He was right.

“Well, let’s do this,” I said, rubbing my hand on my neck. “Let’s get my pretty face smashed in.”

Fallon chuckled as his phone buzzed. He pulled it from his pocket and frowned down at it before he darkened the screen.

“What?” I asked.

“Uh, Dom wants us to meet him in his room.”

I sighed. “Great. He’s going to beat my ass and stuff my body beneath the bed for Cole to fucking find.”

Fallon said nothing, his brows crinkled. Clearly, he didn’t know anything about what was going on either. I knew that put him off a little considering he’d just been beaten in and was a king now.

“I’m sure he just doesn’t want you to tell me so I’m taken by surprise. He’ll probably just shoot me in the fucking head when I walk through the door,” I muttered, going out to the hall and drawing in a deep breath in an effort to calm myself. It didn’t work, so I just followed Fallon wordlessly.

“Hey, try not to tear the house down while we’re gone. No fucking on the kitchen table either. I eat there,” Cole said, popping out of his bedroom, his hair perfectly styled. He was dressed up in all-black designer threads.

“Where are you going?” I frowned, wondering why they weren’t sticking around for my ass-kicking like they did for Fallon’s. Worry soared through me.

No witnesses.

Fuckers.

“Well, Rosalie has a performance tonight at the university, so we’re going to go see it. We should be gone for several long hours. Have fun.” Cole winked and moved past us without another word.

I looked at Fallon, who still appeared confused.

“This is weird,” Fallon muttered. “They helped hold my ass when I got my dick kicked in.”

“They don’t want to be witnesses to my murder. Dom is ruthless. You know he is.”

“He’s not going to kill you. He won’t hurt Bianca.”

“Why don’t you look so sure?” I looked from the closed door to Fallon.

He gave me a weak smile. “Because I’m not.”

“Great.”

Before I could say anything else, the door opened, and Vincent appeared.

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