Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

“Son of bitch,” she swore, glaring at him.

“I am.” He nodded. “But you need to learn your place. You’re not above us. You were literal trash we picked up, hoping to find a use for it. That’s all. Don’t think because I fucked you one time you have some sort of say in anything that happens. Now fucking behave or spend the rest of the week on your hands and knees eating like a bitch on the floor.”

He lifted her off his lap and placed her on the bed before going to his dresser and pulling out a t-shirt. She glared at him the whole time, a look which sent shivers down my spine.

“Is Levin setting up for the party?” Dom asked, completely ignoring Bianca who continued to scowl at his back.

“Yeah, I told him I’d meet him over there after I walked B back to her place.”

Dom turned back to her. “Vincent is going to walk you back to your dorm. You are to change clothes and get ready for the party. I want you in a red dress.”

“I don’t have a red dress,” she muttered.

He stalked to his closet and yanked out a box. He plopped it beside her on the bed. “Now you do.”

“What, you keep dresses in your closet?” she asked bitterly.

“Just for you, wasp.” He focused back on me. “Take her back. I’ll meet you at the party. Don’t worry about helping Levin. Keep an eye on Bianca. Fuck up Ivanov or his guys if they get too close. You know the drill. And don’t give her relief.” He gave me a pointed look.

Bianca scoffed behind us.

“You have something to say?” Dom asked, pivoting back to her.

“Only that I’d rather die than have any of you pricks touch me.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Dom said with a soft laugh. “That wet pussy of yours tells a different story.”

I thought she was going to launch off the bed and end him right there. Instead, she calmly got to her feet, her body trembling with rage, and marched to the door.

“Forgetting something?” Dom called out.

“No.” And with that, she stormed out of the room, leaving me with Dom.

“That girl. . .” Dom muttered, running his fingers through his hair. But there was the tiniest of smiles on his face.

I grinned at him. “I better go catch our busy little B before she kicks someone’s ass.”

“Take care of her, Vincent. She’s important.” For the first time ever, apprehension washed over his features.

“I will.”

And with that promise, I swept out to do just that.

Twenty-Five

Bianca

I refused to talk to Vincent, so we sat in my dorm watching TV while I painted my nails black.

“B, come on. Don’t be like this.”

I answered by turning the TV up louder so Damon Salvatore was all I co

uld hear.

“Damnit,” Vincent sighed, grabbing the remote from me and turning the TV off. “I hate you like this. I thought we were getting along.”

I placed the nail polish beside the red rose Dominic had given me the night he’d come over. That night was a rarity, so it seemed. He’d definitely done his best to humiliate me since then. I was a laughingstock at school. Even Hail looked as happy as a pig in shit as I ate my lunch on all fours like a fucking animal.