Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

“The dance.” Hail looked over the three of us as we sat in his dorm. “That’s when we’ll do it. Homecoming. We’ll create a diversion. In the fray, we’ll grab her. There will be too much chaos for the kings to keep track of shit. Once I have her, I’ll have someone on standby to perform the marriage. She’ll be mine. I’ll take the fucking crown and the whore. I’ll kill her later. Maybe a tragic accident on our honeymoon where I narrowly escape.” His eyes gleamed as he stared out at us.

“Like Amberly.” Tate snickered.

My stomach churned. Poor Amberly. She hadn’t seen it com

ing. Of course, how could she? She’d been killed in her sleep when she’d threatened to go to the cops about the coke and heroine Hail was cutting and selling to the student population. She’d threatened to go to the kings. Hail may have let the cop thing go, but he couldn’t let the threat of telling the kings go unanswered.

She’d paid the ultimate price.

“That bitch had it coming. She was useless. Even her pussy was loose. Fucking her ass was better,” Hail grunted.

Amberly had been nice. Sweet even. She’d been my friend, if I had to label her. The fact I couldn’t save her haunted me. Unfortunately, I was standing in the same position again with Bianca. Except now, it was me holding the fucking gun. Or at least it would be. I figured shooting her would be a quick death. I didn’t want her to be scared or to suffer. I’d be quick about it. Hell, she probably wouldn’t even know it was me. If I hadn’t fallen under her spell, she’d be dead already. But Bianca had ensnared me. It was becoming a bit of a problem.

“She had nothing on Bianca when it comes to dick sucking skills. Can you image how tight Bianca’s pussy is? I bet she squirts.” Tate licked his lips.

Fucking asshole.

“I’ll let you know,” Hail said with a smirk.

“You want to fuck her after De Santis has been inside her?” I asked, casting him a cursory glance.

“Only to prove I’m the better choice, and she would’ve known that if she would’ve submitted instead of being a fucking backstabbing slut,” he growled, his eyes flashing. “I’ll cut her tits off when I’m done and mount them on my wall. She has an amazing rack.”

I stared at the floor, my legs bouncing. I needed some fucking air.

“I’d like a go at her when you’re done and before you cut her tits off,” Drake said.

“Help me make this happen and I’ll let you,” Hail said easily, like bargaining the chance to fuck her was like discussing the weather.

It was sickening, but that was Mikhail Ivanov. Always a bastard.

On the other hand, I was plotting her death after fucking her, so what did that make me? Certainly not a knight in shining armor.

“Let’s get this plan together,” Tate said. “I want to fuck her too if Drake gets to.”

Hail let out a laugh. “She’s going to have the time of her life, huh, boys?”

I’d kill her before I let them hurt her.

And it looked like it would be on homecoming.

Thirty-One

Bianca

I marched to my room with Levin following behind me, not saying a word to me at all. I rolled my eyes as I pushed my door open. Our conversations were pretty limited. It didn’t help that I was still seriously pissed off at the kings. But even before that, Levin had been hateful and withdrawn from me.

After my disappearing act at the party, none of them had left me alone. Each one took turns trailing me. Vincent kept trying to make things better, but it was a no from me as of late. As much as the idea of having the kings excited me, I also knew it wouldn’t last. I was a deal they’d made. Aside from the potential for some wild sex, I doubted they even gave a shit about me, especially Levin who acted like I was the most disgusting thing to walk the planet.

Dom made me feel like I was nothing when he’d beaten my ass raw with his belt and said what he’d said to me. Even after all that, I still couldn’t get the thought of being with them out of my head. It didn’t stop me from wanting to tear them apart though. They’d really pissed me off.

Then there was Fallon. God. Fallon. I wanted him so much. I told myself it was a one-time thing, but I really liked him, despite the waving red flag. He was kind to me when he didn’t have to be. He acted like he actually gave a shit. And the way he touched me. . . if it was an act, he deserved an Academy Award for it.

But seeing him again was out of the question. There was no way I could. The kings weren’t letting me go anywhere alone. Not even the bathroom. They simply lurked outside the door, waiting for me to finish so they could annoy me more. Even at night, one of them was parked outside my door or sitting all sullen in a dark corner of my room while I slept.

Assholes.

But at least they were doing their job. It was what I wanted, after all.