Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

“You helped,” Vincent grumbled.

“What?” I glared over at him.

“You fingered her, denied her, made her get on her knees and stay there, then you took Stella upstairs.” He shrugged. “You pissed her off too.”

“Eat shit.” I got to my feet and stormed to the door. “When we find her, she’ll think twice about wandering off again.”

Vincent followed me out and down the stairs, not saying a word the whole time. When we got outside, Levin met us.

“Nothing?” I demanded.

He shook his head. “Nothing. No one saw her after she walked away. Freddie Culver said he saw her by the edge of the woods.”

I yanked the hair at the nape of my neck, irritated. She could be passed the fuck out in the middle of nowhere. Or worse. Contemplating worse set me off, so I tabled it and focused on finding her. I’d deal with everything else once I knew where the hell she was.

“We could get the court together,” Vincent said.

I scoffed. The court were students who blindly followed us and did little things we asked for. Levin called them our kiss asses.

“No. It’ll make us look weak because we can’t keep track of a fucking girl. Christ.” I clenched my jaw and nodded for the guys to follow me.

“She’s going to turn up. She can’t go back to D’Angelou. I’m guessing he doesn’t know about her and Hail’s split or you can bet your ass she’d already be gone.” Vincent stopped walking.

I looked back at him, wondering what the hell he was doing. “What?”

“I didn’t see Vasiliev at the party.”

“I didn’t either,” Levin said.

“Let’s go.” I turned and went to Vasiliev’s building, my fury taking on new heights.

Fallon was known as the quiet lord. I called it being sneaky as fuck because he was always just watching. It would make sense for Ivanov to send him. He was so good at being silent, we hadn’t even noticed him not being at the dip.

We stormed to his room. I pounded on his door, not giving a fuck who I woke up. Just when I was ready to kick his door in, it cracked open.

“Yeah?” He peered at us, a pair of basketball shorts on and his hair wet as he opened the door wider.

I shoved it open all the way and strode into his tidy space.

“I think you know why we’re here,” Levin said while I looked around. The place was spotless.

“No, but if you don’t get the fuck out, there’s going to be a problem,” he said, pull

ing a t-shirt over his head.

“You’re damn right there’s going to be. Where the fuck is Bianca?” I turned to glare at him.

He responded by arching a dark brow at me. “Why would I know? Isn’t she on your leash?”

“Listen, Vasiliev. We didn’t see you at the party. Bianca is missing. Tell us where she is,” Vincent said.

“And you think I know? You’re ridiculous. Get the fuck out of here.” He went to his door and opened it, shooting me a pointed look.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me where my girl is,” I said in a dangerous voice.

“I don’t know where she is. Maybe she ran off after you took Stella upstairs. Seems like a logical thing to do, right?” He didn’t look the least bit ruffled as he stared back at me.

“How the fuck do you know about that if you weren’t there?” I demanded.