LEVIN
“Ithink you should've gone with the white chiffon,” Stella complained as I drove us back to the safe house Dominic was holed up in with Vincent and Bianca.
“I think I should've run your ass over and left you twitching in the street,” I shot back, irritated I’d spent the entire fucking morning with her whiny ass.
“It’s her wedding day, you dick. The least you could've done was get her something fancier and the right color, even if she is being forced into it.” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared out the windshield.
“Her wedding day is bullshit. You think she’s going to be excited to see your ass there?”
“You think she’ll be excited to see yours?” She glowered at me, a sneer on her lips.
“I know what she likes. She wouldn’t want to be stuffed into some cupcake-looking curtain shit.” I tightened my hands on the steering wheel. “She’ll like this.” At least, I hoped she would. I’d never picked out a wedding dress before.
Dominic had sent me on the errand to get me away from torturing Fallon in the basement. He’d passed the fuck out around four AM after I’d nearly drown him in a bucket of water when he refused to tell me anything unless I'd let him see Bianca. I’d gotten pissed and told him she was rotting in a hole somewhere already, which made him weep. It made me sick, and not in a pissed off sort of way. In the heart sort of way. I felt his pain as he sobbed her name softly. I hated to admit it, but the dickface obviously cared about her. And that did piss me off. He was a fucking lord. I’d come at him with a hunting knife before Dom intervened, suggesting I get some sleep and try again after the wedding so Fallon had some time to heal and come to his senses.
So, there I was, acting like a wedding planner on a twelve-hour crunch with a bitch I couldn’t stand sitting in the seat beside me. Since Stella had come crying for help and Dom had agreed, it looked like she’d be spending a lot of time with us. It meant she was the only chick we could use for the next step. Vincent had suggested Bianca’s friend Aubrey. But given how close Aubrey seemed to be to Bianca, we didn’t think she’d allow Bianca be held captive and forced to marry without a fight. And for fuck's sake, we needed a break from all the damn fighting for a minute. The last few days had been a fucking nightmare.
Bianca had been out for nearly two days. Fallon only came to when I kicked him in the ribs as he lay on the floor in a secret, soundproofed room in the basement. I was sure all of fucking Ivanov's and D’Angelou’s men were looking for Bianca if Hail had gone to them. If Stella was telling us the truth, Hail was remaining quiet about everything, but he was silently cursing us all into an early grave as he searched for Fallon.
“So will I be marrying one of you too since I’m also under your protection?” Stella asked.
I snapped my gaze toward her in disgust. “Fuck no.”
She frowned. “Why not? She can only marry one of you. I mean, yeah, she gets Dominic, and he’s a hell of a catch, but you and Vincent aren’t bad.”
The frown slipped off her face as she reached over and rested her hand high on my thigh.
“Remember that time during the prom last year when you let me suck your dick behind the auditorium? Then we almost fucked—”
I shoved her hand away from my groin. “Fuck off. I was high off my ass. I’d have fucked a roll of toilet paper if I thought it would scream for me. Plus, Ivanov pissed me off that night more than usual.”
She pouted at me. “So, you’re just not going to pull over and fuck me then?”
“I sure the fuck am not,” I said with a grunt, accelerating. I needed to get the hell back to the safe house so I could be free of her ass.
“But I’m horny,” she whined, sliding her skirt up.
I ground my teeth and said nothing.
She let out a breathy moan as she slid her fingers beneath her panties. I kept driving as she fingered herself.
“Stella, I will kick your ass out. Stop.”
“Why?” she moaned softly. “Is it because that big cock of yours is weeping to be in my pussy?”
The sound of her fingers in her wetness echoed through the interior of the car.
“My big cock is going back to the house to fuck Bianca. Not you. Never you. You can stop this shit because it’s not happening.”
She giggled and rubbed herself faster, her head falling back against the headrest. “I bet she’d let me between her legs.”
I smashed on the brakes, the tires squealing as we slid to a stop. A final groan left her lips as she came on her fingers. I slammed the car into park, got out, and went to her side. She stared up at me with rounded eyes as I wrenched her door open and tugged her out.
I wrapped my fingers around her throat and slammed her against the side of the car.
“You are nothing. Do you understand? I don’t fucking want you. Vincent doesn’t want you. Dom doesn’t want you. Bianca sure as fuck doesn’t want you. Stop playing your fucking games. Bianca is our girl.”
She stared up at me. “You think she’s going to want you after she marries one of the biggest future mob bosses in the country? Aside from that De Luca asshole everyone has been talking about, Dominic is it. Why would she want a henchman when she can have the boss?”