Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

I watched as they got to their feet and sauntered toward our table.

Yes!

“What the hell do you want?” Tate demanded as they stopped.

Dominic’s gaze landed on me as Vincent spoke, “I’ll give you a hundred for an hour with your chick.”

Hail let out a soft laugh and released me. “Not a chance. Go eat my leftovers, Valentino.”

A muscle popped along Vincent’s jaw, but he remained quiet.

“Five hundred,” Dominic called out, eyes still on me.

“The fuck is your problem, De Santis?” Hail lifted me off his lap and sat me in his seat as he rose to his feet. “I said my girl isn’t for sale. Did you already forget our previous conversation about you staying the fuck away from what’s mine?"

“Then free?” Dominic plowed on, completely ignoring the rest of what Hail said.

Hail went to snap, but Dominic turned to Tate and Fallon who glared back. “If you’re offering to pass your girl around to your guys, I figured I’d at least throw you some money. But I’ll take a go for free.”

“Bianca fucks only me,” Hail snarled at Dominic.

Dominic took a step back and nodded to me. “Maybe tell her that. She looks terrified.”

My face heated as his eyes locked on mine again.

“Don’t tell me what to do—”

“I’m not. Only suggesting it.” Dominic spun around and walked away, Vincent and Levin behind him.

Levin glanced back at me, an unreadable expression on his face. Like he was torn between helping me and throwing me in front of a semi truck. It didn’t matter. He’d saved me, for the moment at least.

“Let’s go. We’ve got shit to do. We need to bring De Santis down a peg or two.” Hail glared after the guys as they left the dining hall. “Bianca, scamper off and find somewhere to be.”

He didn’t need to tell me twice. I got to my feet and started to leave, but he grasped my hand and gave me a pointed look.

I forced a smile onto my face before pressing my lips to his.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he murmured in my ear before releasing me.

“Can’t wait,” my voice shook, causing him to smirk before nodding for his guys to follow him. I didn’t give a shit where he was going or what he was doing. As long as it wasn’t around me was the only thing that mattered.

I watched as they left. When I spun to go in the other direction, I came face-to-face with a nightmare.

Stella Monroe and Vanessa St. Claire.

“Hey, slut.” Stella’s dark eyes traveled over me.

“Hey yourself.” I made to go around her, but she reached out and shoved me back. I fisted my hands and tried to remain composed.

“You may think you have Hail wrapped around your finger with your fake tits and blonde hair, but he’s mine. I’m the one fucking him when you aren’t there.” She smirked down at me like her words hurt.

“First off.” I smoothed down my skirt. “My tits aren’t fake. I can show you if you’d like. And second, keep fucking him. He’s all yours. I don’t give a shit.”

Her smile slipped off her face as she stared at me. “Everyone cares if their man is getting screwed by another woman.”

“Sorry, honey, not me. Maybe I’m into sharing. That’s probably why I’m wearing his ring and not you.” I shouldered past her, causing her to stumble into Vanessa as I strode away.

I hated being that bitch. Acting like I wanted Hail in the first place made me gag. But I’d be damned if I’d let some rich bitch push me around. In fact, I was sick of both the kings and lords.