ulled me to a stop. He placed his finger beneath my chin and lifted my face up.
He sucked in a sharp breath when he saw my face. “What happened?”
I shook my head, unable to keep the tears at bay.
“What the fuck did they do to you?”
“N-Nothing—”
“You don’t need to lie to me. Tell me what they did.”
I let out a sob that shook my body. He released my face and took his blazer off, draping it around my shoulders as I shivered.
“I-I need to go.”
“You don’t. Tell me what happened.” Dominic’s soft Italian accent sent a flurry of butterflies through my stomach. He’d let down his tough exterior and acted like a human for a moment. “Let me help.”
“You can’t help me,” I whispered. “Please don’t try.”
I shoved past him, his blazer landing with a plop on the floor behind me, while I rushed down the hall to the elevator. When I turned around, my heart jumped in my chest. Dominic stood where I’d left him, his pretty eyes locked on me, a fierce expression on his face that made shivers crawl down my spine.
If anyone could help me, it might be him. The tiny voice in my head practically screamed at me.
But what I needed was to rule, not get on my knees for more pricks.
Even I wasn’t stupid enough to not realize that if I wanted to be on top, I might have to get on my knees.
I still hadn’t managed to get any information on my dad from Hail, but it may be because talking to him make me ill. It was more than that though. I couldn’t let this be my life.
I needed a plan before Hail ended up hurting me more. Or worse.
Twelve
Levin
I glanced up from the book I was reading as Dominic stormed into my dorm looking pissed off as fuck.
“Knock much?” I muttered, going back to my book.
“Ivanov hurt Bianca.”
I continued to read even though my guts clenched. “So?”
“He hit her. Her face was fucked up from it. I’m sure he did more than that to her, but she wouldn’t talk to me.” He paced the length of my suite, a muscle feathering along his jaw.
Sighing, I closed my book and watched him. This chick had both Dom and Vincent fucked up. Sure, she was gorgeous, but she was a D’Angelou. That nullified anything good about the bitch. I’d pay money to watch her set on fire. Hell, I’d probably do it myself for free.
“Why do you care so much?” I leaned forward to study him.
He stopped moving and locked eyes with me. “If he fucks this up and makes her run, then we have nothing. She’s the piece we need to get to him. We have to move fast.”
“So move.” I leaned back. “But it’s not like she’s leaving Bolten.”
“She could if she decides to run. She strikes me as a runner. We need to get more information on her. Where did she come from? Why did D’Angelou get hitched so fast and adopt a daughter? What’s in it for him?” Dom shook his head as if to clear it. “Get Vincent on the phone. Tell him to get over here.”
I hauled my phone out and shot off a text to Vincent.
Levin: Dom wants you at my place.