Pretty Little Sins (Kings of Bolten 2)

“I’m not going to die, B.”

Enzo twirled the knife in his hands. In a blur of movement, he shoved the knife into Vincent’s thigh and left it there.

“Fuck!” Vincent groaned, panting as blood dripped onto the dirty concrete floor.

I screamed hysterically.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Enzo said easily, twirling another knife and circling Vincent’s chair. “I’m going to ask you questions, and you’re going to answer me. If I think you’re telling the truth, I won’t stab you. If I think you’re lying, it’s going to hurt.”

“Don’t. Please.” I struggled against my bonds again.

Panic took over my senses. Breathing burned my chest. My vision was still foggy from the drug they’d given me.

“Shh, doll. Just watch. I don’t want to have to hurt you too.” Cole pulled his gun out and dragged it down my chin and over my breasts. “You be a good girl and just listen like I told you, OK?”

“Did Dominic De Santis order the hit on me and my crew?” Enzo demanded, the blade flashing quickly in his hand.

“N-no. Fuck,” Vincent groaned, panting. “Ivanov did.”

Enzo swung down and jammed his knife into Vincent’s other thigh, making both Vincent and me howl.

Enzo nodded and clicked his tongue as he brought out a third blade from his leather jacket. “Why did we find a kings’ calling card at the scene?”

“Ivanov was pissed that Dom took Bianca from him. Hail was out for re-revenge. Bianca had an arranged marriage to Ivanov. He abused her. She came to us for help. Dom fell in love with her. We all did. Dom m-married her to keep her safe.”

I cried out as Enzo swooped in and pressed the blade to Vincent’s cheek.

“I’m not fucking lying, you goddamn psychopath. If you’re going to keep fucking stabbing me whenever I tell the truth then fucking kill me,” Vincent said breathlessly. “I’m not a fucking human pincushion. Prick.”

Enzo backed away, chuckling softly.

“So you’re swearing the lords are behind the attack?” Fox asked, his arms crossed over his chest.

“That’s what I fucking said. This is Ivanov’s way of getting you fucks to clear the board for him. You’re playing into his hand. Fucking goddamn newbie asshats.”

Cole’s fist collided with Vincent’s face, making Vincent’s head snap to the side. My throat was so hoarse from screaming for them to stop that my pleas came out broken and soft.

“Be nice, Valentino,” Cole admonished. “There’s no need for name-calling.”

Vincent spat blood onto the concrete and glared at Cole.

“Fuck you, pussy. Kill me if you don’t believe me, but you’d best bet it won’t be the last time you hear my fucking name. The kings are more than just me and De Santis.”

“Oh, we heard,” Enzo said. “That fucked up old man of De Santis’s, Matteo. We know all about him. Which brings me to my next question. Actually, it’s Ethan’s question.”

Ethan stepped forward. “Do you know a girl named Macy?”

Vincent breathed out, a look of confusion flitting across his face. “M-Macy? I don’t know, man. I know lots of girls. You’ll have to be more specific. Did she have big tits and an ass that didn’t quit? Was she into being fucked in public? Red hair? Blonde? Fucking purple? Details matter, cunt.”

Cole punched him in the face again. Vincent’s eye swelled as he smirked at Cole.

“You hit like a bitch.”

Cole struck him twice more before Enzo stepped in to stop him. I whimpered softly and squeezed my eyes closed, praying hard for a miracle.

“Do you know Macy or not?” Ethan asked again.

“I don’t know.” Vincent was silent for a moment before he let out a snort.

“What?” Fox demanded.

“I only know of one Macy. Matteo De Santis grabbed her near the Mayfair campus. He put her in the palace. He forced her to suck Dom’s cock. When Dom tried to help her, Matteo had her brains blown out to teach Dom a lesson about weakness. Dom knows her better than I do. It was him who had to wash her brains off his face.”

My stomach rolled with Vincent’s words. Matteo was a fucking monster. I made a silent vow to make sure he was taken from this world before he could hurt anyone else.

Ethan let out a shaky breath and licked his lips. “Macy is dead?”

“If that was your Macy, she is, unless she can survive a bullet to the skull,” Vincent said.

“That’s too bad,” Enzo murmured, his eyes downcast.

Ethan turned away and ran his hands over his face, a muscle thrumming along his jaw.

“Dom tried to stop it. He tried to help her. He’s not his father,” Vincent said fiercely. “If you stupid fucks would listen, you’d realize you’re being set up. The kings want to take Matteo De Santis down as much as you do. He’s the biggest fucking monster there is.”

Enzo swung forward and drove his blade into Vincent’s shoulder. Vincent let out a loud groan as steel met muscle, his face contorting in agony.

“We’re all fucking monsters,” Enzo breathed out before stepping away, leaving the three knives embedded in Vincent’s body.

Vincent was losing too much blood. His shirt was drenched in it. Blood pooled at his feet. His face was pale, and sweat dotted his forehead.

Enzo turned to Cole. “Kill him.”

“No. No. No!” I cried out. I bucked against my chair, screaming Vincent’s name. I didn’t even see Ethan approach me, but I felt the bite of his needle in my neck and his lips at my ear.

“I don’t want you to see this, peach,” he murmured. “Sleep. It’ll be over when you wake.”

My vision grew cloudy, and my head lolled to the side as I stared at the pain in Vincent’s eyes.

“I love you. Forever my B,” he choked out before my world spun black a final time and all I was left with was the fading roar in my ears.