“No,” Dom shouted, getting to his feet. “Not happening. Don’t fucking bring it up again or you’ll join him in the basement.”
“Don’t threaten me for trying to bring our girl back.” Vincent rose and faced off with Dom. “I know you fucking hate the lords. We all do. But you’re punishing B with your hatred. He might love her enough to join us—”
Dom let out a snarl and stormed away from us. His footsteps pounded up the stairs a moment later.
“Damnit,” Vincent groaned, falling onto the sofa and sighing. “Fuck, man. What are we going to do?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know, but whatever it is needs to be done soon.”
“We need Vasiliev to talk, and we need to make B happy again. We've just gotta get Dom on board with the Russian asshole.”
“Maybe he’ll realize it when he goes upstairs and sees what an empty shell Bianca is becoming. Let’s just let him think it over. In the meantime, maybe you should go talk to Vasiliev,” I said.
“Me?” Vincent snorted. “Why not you?”
“Because…” I said softly. “I still might kill him for touching our girl and for not giving me the information he has on Stefan.”
Vincent sighed and got up. “Fine. But if I kill him, you can’t get pissed.”
“I won’t. It’ll be nice to not have a hand in his death this time.”
Vincent scowled and flipped me off before leaving to go see our friend in the basement.
I hoped he'd weave some magic because if he didn’t, we were fucked.