BIANCA
“Ithink we should return to classes,” Dominic said as I snuggled in bed beside him that night.
After claiming his cooking was the best I’d ever had and making him smile, I’d gone back to sit with Levin until I’d fallen asleep with my head on his mattress. Dominic had gone in and lifted me into his arms and carried me to our room.
“I thought we might be on your father’s Most Wanted list,” I said in a tired voice as he gathered me against his body.
“I think it would be easiest if we’re there.” He kissed the top of my head. “They aren’t going to come shoot us there. Too many witnesses. It’ll be the best place for us. Bolten has always been neutral ground. Then we can graduate on time and get the fuck out of there. We’ll return tomorrow. Staying hidden like rats makes us look weak. We aren’t weak. ”
“Like I care about any of that.”
“I care about that. You’re smart, mia regina. I want you to have a graduation. You deserve it. And I want people to know we’re resilient.”
I shrugged against him. Staying hidden didn’t seem like a bad idea in my opinion.
“What about Levin? We can’t just leave him here.”
“Natalia is going to stay here and care for him,” he said. He went quiet for a moment. “I didn’t want to do that with her.”
He didn’t need to tell me what he was talking about. It was another ugly memory on repeat in my head.
“I know.” I rubbed my palm over his heart.
“I don’t regret it,” he whispered. “I would’ve fucked her until she couldn’t breathe if it meant saving you.”
My chest tightened at his words.
“It was you. That’s who I thought of while it was happening. I told myself you were sucking my cock. I told myself it was your pussy. I told myself I was doing it to save my queen.”
“I-I don’t want to talk about it, Dominic. I know you didn’t want her.”
The pain flared red hot in my heart as I struggled with the ugly memory of Natalia on her knees in tears with my husband’s dick in her mouth. Of him pushing up behind her just before hell came crashing down on us.
We were quiet for a moment before he spoke again, “Vincent told me you had to shoot someone.”
I cringed, my body tensing at the mention of it. Another ugly memory.
“Do you need to talk about it?” he asked softly.
“I don’t know.” I traced my fingers along his abdominal muscles, making him shiver against me. “I was scared. I just reacted when I saw him point his gun at Vincent. I didn’t think. Then it was over, and he was dead.”
Dominic took my hand and pressed his lips to my fingers. “In our world, no one cares who we kill within our circles. The police want us to finish one another off. We spend very little time dealing with them. They simply try to wrangle our little men. Those at the top never have problems.”
“Are you saying I’m at the top and not to worry?” I looked at him hopefully. Not that I wanted to be at the top. I just didn’t want to be in trouble.
“You’re my killer queen. Heiress to my empire. You’re fucking untouchable unless a bigger fish comes along and orders it,” his voice tightened.
“Like your dad,” I whispered.
“He could. I think he might be waiting to see what my next move will be.” He was quiet for a moment. “I burned the house down.”
“What?” I went up on my elbow and gawked down at him.
He gave me a sad smirk. “I hated that place anyway. Before we left, I turned the gas on in the kitchen. Then I shot the fucking stove as I ran out. Boom. Killed a lot of people, both sides. Father isn’t happy with me..”
“But he’s alive.”
“Fucker is a cockroach, refusing to die,” Dominic muttered, his gaze locking on mine. He reached out and cupped my face, drawing me to him. His lips met mine in a gentle kiss.
“I want you,” he said against my lips. “Seeing you kiss Fallon last night upset me.”
“You said—”
“I get upset whenever anyone kisses you. Vincent. Levin. Fallon. I’m jealous because it’s not me, and you’re mine.”
“I’m here now,” I said, kissing along his jaw.
“I want to put a baby inside you.”
I paused my kissing to stare down at him. “I’m not ready for that, Dominic—”
“And I really don’t think I give a fuck, Bianca. The only thing I can think about is burying my cock deep inside your tight, wet pussy and planting my seed in your womb. I want your belly swollen with my heir, a perfect combination of you and me. I want to feel my son’s strong kick when I talk to him while he’s growing in you. I want you to scream as you bring another powerful De Santis into this world. A piece of us that no one can erase or take from me. I want it.”