Page 6 of Savage Little Queen

Her lips moved beneath mine gently. I pulled away to let her breathe before I rested my other hand on her belly.

“How are you feeling?” Cole called out.

“My body hurts. Drake shot me. Where did he shoot me?”

I tensed and snapped my focus on Cole. “He fucking shot my girl? The babies?”

I’d kill him. He was fucking dead. Fuck my promise to not bring weapons. I got to my feet, but Cole placed his hands on my chest as Fox stepped forward. Rosalie took a step back, her green eyes darting from me to Bianca, who let out another soft whimper.

“It was a tranq. He did it to save her from Tate. We can discuss everything later once everyone is OK.” Cole gave me an even stare. “I promise it was all in the name of saving her. You know Drake Petrov. If he wanted her dead, she would be.”

I clenched my teeth in frustration. Cole was right.

I relaxed and settled next to Bianca again. Her eyes were closed as she breathed in and out deeply.

“Let Vincent know she’s OK. Pass anything important to him. I’m going to stay here with Bianca,” I said.

“You guys will stay a few days,” Fox said. “We have some things we need to work out and discuss.”

I glanced at Rosalie to see her still watching Bianca. She didn’t seem opposed to the idea of us staying, so I nodded. It wasn’t like I had anywhere nearby to go, and none of us were in any condition to travel tonight.

“Where’s Stefan?”

“With Natalia and Drake. Drake is trying to get them bandaged up with E.”

“And Trent and Anson?” I pressed. There was a lot to fucking unpack there. “He’s working with my father. You sure you want them in your home?”

“They’re on our side,” Cole said.

“Trent is a fucking lord—”

“He’s not. We’ll tell you about it later, OK?” Cole sighed. “Just rest, OK? You guys are safe here. Take care of Bianca. We have some food coming in a little bit so everyone can eat and unwind.”

I glanced at Rosalie again as she moved to Bianca’s other side. It was a rather large bed, so she had to really lean across it to get to her, but she adjusted the rag on her forehead again.

“Fine. Let Vincent handle everything. I’ll be in here if anyone needs me,” I said.

Cole gave me a nod and held his hand out for Rosalie. She obeyed and came around to him and took his hand. I’d never seen Cole with a woman, so to see the affection on his face threw me for a loop.

The guy was madly in love with her.

He’d burn the fucking world to a crisp in her name and piss on the ashes. That much I knew. He steered her to Fox, who held her hand and led her from the room.

“Dom. I’m serious. Get some rest. We have a lot to talk about.” Cole cast a worried look to Bianca. “Take care of her and the babies. Make sure she rests. I-I don’t want anything bad to happen to her or the babies. If you need anything for her, just come find me. I’ll make sure she has it.”

I nodded as he stepped out of the room and closed the door softly behind him, leaving me with my queen.

Her eyes were still closed. She’d fallen back to sleep.

I took the washcloth from her forehead and began gently cleaning her face, hating the bruises forming on her delicate skin.

But she was safe. And she was mine.

I was going to fight tooth and nail to keep her that way, even if it meant I had to kill every motherfucker in my way to make it happen.

This was our fucking world, and I was a king.

And no one fucked with my queen and got away with it.

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