Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

Something about that made my cock harden in my pants.

Dom took his seat once more as students stared. I caught Ivanov across the room, looking gleeful as fuck as Bianca remained hunched over at our feet.

It was one of his guys who stole my attention though. Fallon Vasiliev. He glared in our direction like he was going to pounce on us.

“He looks pissed,” Vincent said, following my gaze.

Dom cast a quick look in Fallon’s direction before placi

ng his glass of juice in front of Bianca on the floor.

I nodded wordlessly before focusing my attention back on Dom and Bianca.

“Eat,” Dom commanded softly.

“Fuck you,” she whispered, shaking.

“You’ve been giving us the silent treatment for days now. It baffles me that you’re surprised to find yourself at our feet.”

“Your pet monster tried to kill me, asshole. How do you want me to react?”

“Maybe with a little respect. After all, it’s us who are keeping you safe and alive.”

“Safe from who?” She finally tilted her head up to look at us. Her makeup was smeared, and her eyes were bloodshot from her tears. “You’re just like them. Maybe worse.” Her voice broke, and she stared back at her tray, her face once again covered.

Frustrated, Dom rubbed his eyes and sighed before grabbing a French fry off his plate and dropping it onto hers. Vincent followed suit and added a handful. Some bounced off her head as her body quivered.

“Don’t act like a bitch, and you won’t get treated like one.” Dom straightened in his seat and glared at the sea of students still observing us. Most of them were smart enough to glance away, but a few kept staring, including Fallon.

Aubrey shot us death glares from her seat, but it was whatever. We had to get a handle on Bianca before she got a handle on us.

That was just how these games were played.

Twenty-Four

Vincent

A week after the cafeteria incident, I was closer to getting fucked by Dom than by Bianca. She’d gone completely silent after the scene Dom made in the cafeteria when she talked to that douche from the basketball team. Bianca’s punishment had been a cakewalk compared to Austin’s. He’d ended up getting the shit kicked out of him by me and Levin behind the school on his way back from practice. We’d broken his nose and probably a couple ribs.

All in the name of love, or at least Bianca.

But since Dom humiliated her, the two of them hadn’t gotten along. In fact, if Ivanov didn’t kill Dom, I was sure Bianca would.

“Are you still giving us the silent treatment?” I asked as I strolled beside her on the way back to her dorm Friday night.

She didn’t answer.

“Come on, B. We all have a part to play. If you fuck up, you’ve gotta pay, you know?”

She still didn’t say anything, a muscle thrumming along her jaw.

“B, seriously. This isn’t going to be fun if you’re not talking to any of us—”

“Shut the hell up, Valentino,” she snapped at me, stopping her march. “We don’t have fun. You guys don’t want me to have fun. What happened in the cafeteria sure as shit wasn’t fun. Do you have any idea what it was like to be forced to eat my lunch on my hands and knees while you assholes dropped scraps of food onto my plate? Huh? At least Hail didn’t humiliate me in front of people like that.”

“No, he just beat you and made you suck his friends’ dicks,” I shot back.

“I hate you assholes. I’m so sick of dealing with everyone.” She stormed away from me.