Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

“I heard Ivanov got engaged over break.” Vincent leaned against the wall and lifted a dark brow at me when we reached our destination. “I’m surprised he wants to be tied down to Stella. She’s high-class, but not Ivanov high. She’s more like the bitch you fuck after she cleans your floors.”

“I heard it wasn’t Stella.” Levin locked eyes with me. “It has to be someone with power. You know the Ivanovs don’t do piddly ass shit. Everything has meaning. Whoever they engaged their fucking nightmare off to was a power move, not one made of love.”

I nodded. Levin was right.

“Well, boys, I guess we need to find out who the unlucky girl is,” I said.

“And then?” Vincent prompted.

I shrugged and smiled. “Then we take her from him.”

“I’m not fucking Stella again.” Vincent blanched. “Pussy was loose, and her dick sucking skills were lacking. She practically ate my cock last time, and not in a good way.”

“We’ll fuck who we need to fuck,” I said as Bianca came into my line of sight again.

She cast a few quick glances around as she stared down at her torn schedule, a frown on her plump, pink lips.

Vincent and Levin followed my gaze.

“Damn. That’s the best-looking girl to walk these halls,” Vincent commented. “I don’t care if she is a D’Angelou. I bet her pussy tastes like rainbows and sunshine. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.”

“She’s a little bitch,” I snarled. “And we’ll take her ass down right along with her daddy.”

Levin smirked. “Dibs. I have an idea on how I can make her scream.”

“Your cock?” Vincent chuckled.

Levin glared at Vincent. “I’ll never put my cock inside a D’Angelou. I’d put it in your ass before hers.”

Vincent clapped him on the back. “You know better than to threaten me with a good time, big boy.”

I left the two of them to their banter, my gaze fixed on the prize.

Bianca D’Angelou was in so much trouble.

Five

Bianca

“Do you know Dominic De Santis?”

“What?” I peeked over at the owner of the soft voice.

“Dominic De Santis. I saw you talking to him this morning.” The girl stared back at me with large, luminous, brown eyes, her long dark hair in a high ponytail. She didn’t strike me as another one of the jerks I’d encountered all day so far. Maybe it was the pink flush on her cheeks or the way her hands trembled as she held her plate of food while she stood next to me in the lunch line.

Since I’d only spoken to one person all day aside from her, I knew she was referring to the douche who’d trashed my schedule.

“You mean the jerk with the green eyes and bad attitude?”

“Yeah.”

“I know he’s an asshole, and I don’t plan on ever speaking to him again.” I doled some salad into my bowl before adding some croutons.

“I didn’t think you were friends. I told Lyssa and Emy that.”

I nodded, not really caring who Lyssa and Emy were.

“You’re new here.”