Page 73 of Savage Little Queen

He gave me a sour look and his middle finger. I acted like I caught it and stuck it into my pocket.

“Where’s Drake?” Dom asked, turning to deal with his bread situation. It looked like he’d homemade it. I didn’t miss the tension in his voice, but it was understandable. He was going to struggle with Bianca and Drake until he got used to it. Hell, I had.

“He’s showering,” I said.

“And Bianca?” Dom’s shoulders were still visibly tensed.

“Napping in your bed.”

He relaxed. “OK. Good. She needs a nap. It’s been a long day.”

We were all quiet for a moment before I spoke.

“The babies’ room is great, Dom. Thank you.”

He grunted. “Levin picked out the mobile.”

I looked to the German asshole with raised eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yeah. Bears are cool,” he answered.

I smiled at that. Dom had decorated the room in an outdoor theme with forest animals. The walls were painted to look like a watercolor forest with cute animals parading along the bottom. Looking at him, you’d never think he had a soft spot for babies or cutesy forest animals with large eyes.

“That giant teddy bear in the corner? That’s from me,” Vin said, grinning. “His name is Fuzz.”

“Fuzz?” I raised my eyebrows.

Vincent shrugged. “He’s fuzzy.”

Drake came into the room and slid onto a stool next to me.

“Smells good in here. I didn’t know you were a chef, Dom,” he said.

“He’s an incredible cook. If he weren’t so busy killing people, he’d have been a chef,” Vincent said. “Wait until you have his tiramisu. You made it, right, Dom?”

Dom let out a soft laugh as he placed the bread into the oven.

“I made it, Vin. It’s in the fridge.”

“Fuck yeah,” Vincent said, high-fiving Levin. If Levin liked it, then it had to be good since he hated everything.

“How long until dinner is ready?” Drake asked.

“Not long.” Dom turned and looked at the clock, his apron firmly in place. I suppressed a smile. He didn’t look anything like a killer, but maybe that was best. He’d blend in with society easier that way if we ever had to.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” Drake said, grinning at him.

“Yeah. So?” Dom said, shooting Drake a frown like he expected him to make fun of him for it.

“They look good,” he said. “I wasn’t going to make fun of you for them. I just didn’t know you wore them.”

Dom said nothing.

“So, Drake,” Vincent called out.

“Yeah?”

“Did it hurt to get your dick pierced?”

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