FALLON
“Where the fuck have you been, and what happened to your face?” Hail shoved me hard in the chest.
I stumbled back. The kings hadn’t exactly been accommodating during my stay in their palace of torture, so I was still tired and weak.
“I was trying to get Bianca as planned.” I grunted, rubbing my eyes.
They burned from barely sleeping. I’d lain awake most nights with my mind on Bianca. I'd wanted to do so much more than hug her when I saw her, but Dominic had looked like he'd rip my head off if I'd tried. Levin looked like he’d dismember me. I supposed if Bianca were my wife, I’d act the same. Fuck. Wife. That son of a bitch…
“Where is she?” Hail scoffed. “Wait. Don’t tell me. The fucking kings have her.”
I nodded tightly. “They do, but I know what they were doing because I followed them.”
Hail raised his brow and waited for me to continue.
I cleared my throat. It was showtime.
“Dominic took her the night of homecoming, and he married her. She’s now Bianca De Santis.”
Hail sucked in a sharp breath, his face turning a brilliant shade of red before I pushed on. “They found out I followed them.” I pointed to my face. “And I paid for it. They also broke my phone.”
“Fuck,” Hail swore, buying into my lie right away.
It wasn't like he had any reason to not believe me. I’d never betrayed his trust before.
“They let me go and vowed to kill me the next time they caught me lurking anywhere near them,” I finished.
“De Santis. Kakashka,” he swore in Russian. “Ebanashka.”
I waited for his tirade to end. He cursed some more, pacing like a caged lion, before he finally got his shit together and drew in a deep breath.
“Fine. We’ll just have to come up with another plan. And because De Santis decided to up the ante, I’ll play along.” He let out a soft, sinister laugh which sent chills through my body. “We’ll modify our plan and make him pay. Nothing worse for a man than another man touching his woman. Since they hurt you, I’ll let you help me hurt them. Sound good, Vasiliev?”
I nodded tightly, my guts churning with the possibilities. “Sounds fucking amazing.”
He clapped me on the shoulder. “Good. I knew you’d be onboard.”
I chanced a look around the courtyard. On the way back to campus, Vincent had reminded me of the rules while I sat in the backseat with a bag over my head. Levin had remained silent. The guy was fucking insane. The night he’d almost killed me, he’d leaned in and told me I should pray the devil took me before I woke. Then he'd knocked my ass out with whatever drug he'd jammed into my neck with that needle. My head had spun immediately before everything had gone black.
Aside from throwing my ass in that sealed-off room in their basement, he hadn’t done much to strike up a conversation with me.
Honestly, I didn’t give a shit now. I wanted to do whatever I had to do in order to be with Bianca. I knew it meant I had to fall in with the kings, but there were worse things—like thinking she was dead. That had been hell.
“Where were you?” Tate looked me up and down as he approached with Drake.
“Fucking your sister,” I said.
He scowled at me like I knew he would.
“Fallon got caught by the kings. He followed them the night of homecoming and found out De Santis married Bianca. Then they kicked his dick in.” Hail gestured to me as he gave a short variation of the story I’d given him. “Now, Bianca really is the enemy. And what do we do to our enemies?”
“Well, this one in particular I’d like to sink my cock into so… ” Tate let out a bark of laughter as Drake high-fived him.
I huffed out a quiet breath as I tried to keep my fist from embedding in the cackling dickheads’ faces.
“I like that idea. In fact, I was just telling Fallon how I’m going to let him fuck her since the kings fucked him up. Seems fair, right?”
“Why does he get to?” Tate quieted down and glared openly at me.
It was no secret Tate had a thing for Bianca. He was an insane nutjob about her, even worse than Hail. Where Hail was bitter she didn’t want him, Tate was obsessed. After the night Hail had made her suck our cocks, Tate had kept reminding us nearly every day about how his balls still tingled from the release she gave him. He'd been overly graphic in his descriptions. Once when Hail hadn't been around, Tate had confessed he’d do anything for a night alone with Bianca and had proceeded to describe all the twisted shit he’d do to her once he had her.
I’d left the room before I lost it and ripped his dick from his body. They'd made fun of me and called me soft. I called it being a decent fucking human.
“Fallon gets to because he clearly took a fucking beating and deserves retribution for it,” Hail said as if it were the easiest thing in the world to understand.
Tate grumbled his discontent but didn’t push it. I had a feeling he'd be looking for a way to appease Hail so he could get some time with Bianca. I’d never let it happen. I’d kill them myself before I’d let one of those fuckers touch her.
“We at least get to watch?” Drake demanded.
Hail rolled his eyes while I tried to keep my cool. “Of course. Like I’d deny you guys.”
That seemed good enough for Drake, but Tate didn’t look the least bit happy. He’d try to worm his way in because that was just how Tate was.
Fucking prick.
But at least things were good with Hail. For now, anyway. I hated I was forced to be someone’s bitch though.
For Bianca, I’d do anything, even endure this bunch of bullshit because I knew she was worth it.
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