My plan was simple. Get Bianca on board as my girl. Introduce her to my father, Matteo. Have Hail find out she was two-timing him. Wait for his retaliation. Once my father meets her and sees she’s mine, anything that happens to her would be considered an act of war. Then we’d finally take out the Ivanovs and D’Angelous.
Meanwhile, I’d just enjoy the ride while I had her. Easy. Simple. And no one would ever know because she’d never tell our dirty, little secret
. She’d never give me up. Bianca D’Angelou was easy to read. She wanted her freedom and would do whatever she had to just to get it.
And that meant forming an alliance with me. It meant dying for her cause if it came down to it.
A week seemed a sufficient amount of time for Ivanov to fuck with her enough to help her choose correctly. Ivanov was a born fuckup. And if he didn’t and she never returned to me, I’d rat her out to him. There was no downside to it. Either way, we were going to war. We’d take over the Northside and secure the city. We’d own everything and then some.
“I don’t see how this is going to be fun.” Levin let out a sigh, his bottom lip jutted out as he stared at his feet.
My heart went out to the big fucker. He and Stefan had been close. Losing him had darkened Levin even more. He didn’t care about much, and he never showed emotions now, unless we counted anger or irritation.
“Trust me. It’ll be fun.”
“How long are we going to run the game with her?” Vincent stared out at the sea of students. “One and done or keep her on a leash? I need to know because you know how I feel about this. I want her to stick around.”
He’d caught it bad for the blonde beauty. I couldn’t blame him. She was captivating. I caught sight of her as she walked through the courtyard, her head held high. The guys turned and stared after her. If she noticed, she sure as hell didn’t give a shit. I liked that she fought even when she knew she’d lose. It made her that much more enticing. And for me to be the one to own her first. . . well, my cock thickened just thinking about all the dirty, fucked up shit I’d do to her once she got on her knees for me.
“We’ll keep her as long as we’re having fun or until she wears out her usefulness,” I said, continuing to watch her as Hail found her and tugged her to a stop.
He leaned in and said something to her, making her wince. I pushed off the trunk of the oak tree as his hand trailed down to her ass and stayed there. Something about him touching her sent anger coursing through my body.
“We’re waiting. Remember?” Vincent said, his voice trembling. He wanted her as much as I did.
“You fucks ever think this is part of her plan?” Levin called out.
“No. She needs help. She’s not faking it.” I blew out a breath as she kissed Hail, both his hands now on her ass as he hauled her against him.
The asshole loved the attention. Having a beautiful woman on his arm made him feel more important. I knew it. He didn’t give a shit about her. He cared about how he looked to everyone else. I also knew for a fact he’d fucked Stella in the locker room days ago.
“Aren’t you worried she’ll turn on us?” Levin grunted.
“Then you get to fucking kill her, Levin. For fuck’s sake, chill,” Vincent said, tearing his gaze away from Bianca and Hail.
“Fine. But if shit goes south, don’t say I didn’t warn you. She’s a D’Angelou bound to a fucking Ivanov. If that doesn’t scream get fucked, I don’t know what does. Maybe you two assholes should bend over for her so she can fuck you and get it over with because that’s how I see this going down.”
I shook my head. “She’s not like that. I can read people. She won’t betray us to Ivanov.”
“Dom—”
“Levin, we’re doing this, OK? You’re not going to talk me out of it. I know you hate the Ivanovs and D’Angelous. So do I. But she’s the ticket to taking them down. Isn’t that what you want? For Stefan? A war with them is worth it just to take their asses out and watch them beg for mercy. You know, the fucking thing they didn’t give Stefan? He died with a bullet between his eyes on his knees. Don’t let it be in vain.”
Levin glared at me, his chest heaving. I thought he was going to punch me. Instead, he stormed away without a backward glance.
“Bit far there, Dom,” Vincent muttered, watching Levin leave.
“He needs to remember why we’re doing this. Sometimes memories come with pain that fuels that revenge. I’m only stoking his fire.”
“You’re fucked up.” Vincent clapped me on the shoulder.
“You don’t know the half of it,” I said softly, watching as Bianca untangled herself from Hail’s hold.
Her blue eyes locked on mine, and I gave her a slight nod. Her lips pursed before she looked away.
It was only a matter of time now.
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