Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

“Let it go,” Dom said, watching as Bianca approached us with her head down.

Her blonde hair cascaded around her in soft waves. It made my heart beat harder.

I hated that she was so fucking beautiful. Or kind. I wanted her to be a grade-A cunt just so I had a reason to hate her as much as I wanted to. Truth of the matter was, she was a sweet girl. Since being put on wasp watch, as Vincent had dubbed it, I’d witnessed her helping underclassmen struggling with homework. I’d seen her stop walking to pick up things people had dropped. I’d listened while she encouraged her friend, Aubrey, to wear a dress she was nervous about. Bianca had hyped her up.

Fucking bitch.

I grunted at Dom, my gaze in the same place as his. Vincent stared at her too.

It had been a week since my meltdown. The bruises on her neck had faded. Dom and Vincent were getting more pissed by the minute at her silent treatment. We’d taken to trailing far behind her just to stick to our promise while not interfering with or annoying her.

My hands balled into fists as Austin Lane, a douche from the basketball team, approached her. She stopped, listening as he talked, a smile on his face. She beamed back at him as they exchanged words.

“What the fuck?” Vincent growled, glaring in her direction as Austin reached out and touched her shoulder before pushing her hair off it.

My guts tightened as she laughed at something he said before she backed away. Dom got to his feet and gestured for her to come to us. We didn’t usually make her eat lunch with us. We let her sit with Aubrey and her two friends.

Today would apparently be different.

Bianca stopped at our table, not saying a word.

“What the fuck was that?” Dom demanded.

She shrugged.

“You don’t fucking talk to the trash around here, Bianca,” Dom continued.

“What did he want?” Vincent leaned forward.

When she didn’t answer, Dom let out a snarl which made her flinch. “Fucking answer,” he shouted, slamming his hands on the table.

A few students looked in our direction before turning to pretend like they weren’t tuned in.

“He asked me how I was. Asked me if I’d like to go see a movie and grab din—”

“He asked you out?” My voice was softer than I meant it to be. Deadly. And pissed the fuck off.

She glared at me, not answering.

“Did he, wasp? Did he ask you out?” Dom demanded.

“It’s just a movie. I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to make new friends—”

“You can make any friends you want,” Vincent said. “Just not ones who want to fuck you.”

A muscle thrummed along her jaw.

“Do you want to eat, wasp?” Dom’s voice was measured and controlled, signaling he was about to lose his shit, as he approached her and took her lunch tray from her hands.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, trying to snatch her lunch back.

“You want to eat with the nobodies and trash, then you can eat on all fours like a fucking mutt.” He dropped her tray to the floor. The salad bounced around, some landing on the ground.

“You’re fucking nuts if you think I’m going to get on all fours and eat like a dog,” she said, her hands balled into fists.

“Then get my mother fucking straight jacket, wasp, because I’m dead fucking serious.” He lowered his voice so much Vincent and I had to lean in to hear him. “Remember our deal. You do as you’re told or you can crawl back to Ivanov. On your hands and knees right here and now, or I’ll fucking put you on them when I leave you with him.”

She trembled where she stood, obviously contemplating what she was going to do. Then she dropped to her hands and knees beside Dom’s feet, all that blonde hair cascading forward to cover her face. It didn’t take a genius to know she was crying.