Page 93 of Savage Little Queen

Her face paled for a moment before she schooled her expression. “He’ll be OK. He’s tough as nails. Bianca? How are you? And the babies?” She turned her attention to B.

“I’m OK,” B said, offering her a tired, forced smile. I knew B struggled trying to like Stella, and I could see why. Stella had given her nothing but shit when B arrived here.

“Can I-I touch your belly?”

“No,” Dom said sharply, moving to block B from Stella, whose hands came out.

“Dom, I’m not going to hurt her. I-I just love babies.” Her face fell.

“It’s- it’s fine,” Bianca said with a sigh.

Stella squealed and pushed past Dom, who let out a frustrated snarl, before her hands landed on B’s belly.

“Oh my god! I can feel the babies move. I’m so glad you told me before you left.” Stella looked to Dom. “I’ve been so worried.”

Dom grunted and got between B and Stella.

“We need to be going,” he said.

“OK.” She smiled.

Dom tugged B forward, and we followed. I was surprised when Stella fell in step next to me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, looking over at her in confusion.

“I’m part of the gang,” she said brightly. “If Fallon gets to come clean, I want to as well.”

“Dom?” I looked over at him.

He only sighed and shook his head. “It’s her funeral.”

“Perfect. Red roses. Classic black attire,” Stella said, twining her arm through mine.

“Don’t touch Vinny,” B said, narrowing her eyes at Stella.

“I look detached if I just walk next to you guys.” Stella jutted out her bottom lip.

“Stella, you are detached.” Fallon shot her a look.

“I’m not. I matter.” She tightened her hold on my arm. “Besides, if Bianca were into girls, I’d be here anyway.”

B snorted but didn’t say anything. I saw the corner of Dom’s lips twitch.

“You’re a nutjob,” I said to Stella.

She shrugged. “I am. It’s why you guys love me. Bianca too. We’re family.”

“Fuck my life,” B muttered loud enough for Stella to hear her.

I chuckled. If nothing else, Stella was good for a laugh, despite how irritating she could be.

“Here we go,” I murmured when we stepped into the crowded courtyard.

Many heads turned to look at us. Eyes widened. People whispered. We continued walking and paid them no mind.

Because fuck them.

It was an attitude I was really starting to appreciate.

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