Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

“I need some air.”

“Everything OK?” She took a step toward me.

My gaze darted to Vincent. He looked how I felt. His lips were turned down into a deep frown, and he seemed tired, despite how much of a good time he was having with Bianca. He gave me a nod, letting me know he understood.

“Yeah. I’m just going to go call Dom and see where he’s at. You should get dressed. Wear red. It’s Dom’s favorite color.”

“What’s yours?” she asked as I spun away from her, my hand on the doorknob.

I swallowed thickly before answering, “Blue.” I didn’t wait for her to say anything else. I simply slipped out the door and closed it behind me.

I leaned against the wall outside of Bianca’s building, watching as students came and went. Many were dressed to the teeth for the dance already. Those on the football team were in uniform and dashing off to the field.

I took a hit of my joint and let my head rest against the brick wall, my

body coiled with tension. I hated feeling so lost. Usually, I knew exactly what the plan was. I never had to second guess myself. I never had to pause. We took what we wanted, when we wanted it. But now? Everything was fucked.

Dom rounded the sidewalk and headed in my direction, his black hair slicked back and his suit on. He carried a large white package beneath his arm.

“Where have you been?” I grunted as he approached.

He stopped in front of me and snagged the joint out of my hand, taking a deep hit and holding it in before blowing it out and handing the joint back to me.

“Nowhere good,” he muttered.

I nodded. Figured.

“What’s the plan?”

“If my father’s inside man doesn’t deliver Bianca to him by midnight, we take care of her.” He launched into telling me the bullshit about a sex club his father wanted her to be tortured in.

Bile burned my throat. I bit my cheek so hard I drew blood. “So she’s fucking dead then? Either way. The pigs in that place will kill her or we will.”

Dom’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “You knew it would eventually come to this. We all did. She belongs to Ivanov, and you know how we punish—”

“She belongs to us,” I snapped.

Dom lifted an eyebrow at me. “Does she? For sure? No going back when you feel like you can’t take her shit or the fucked-up feelings?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know. This is so messed up.”

Dom nodded.

“I just had my dick in her mouth. I almost gave in and fucked her.”

I locked gazes with Dom to check his reaction. He stood staring back at me, his nostrils flared slightly, but he wore no sign he was going to punch me in the face. Maybe he’d figured out how to get his jealousy in check.

“With Vincent?”

I licked my lips, remembering how I’d definitely kissed more than just Bianca during our make out session. And it had definitely been Vincent taking the lead and stroking my cock to near completion. Fuck, it felt so good too. That was a first for us. I just wanted Bianca to have what she wanted before shit hit the fan though. If she wanted to see me kiss my best friend, so be it.

“Yeah, with Vincent,” I confirmed.

“That changes things a bit. Are you sure you want this mess we’re about to get into?”

“I think so.”

“You can’t fucking think so. You need to know it.”