Dom leveled his gaze on me. “Let’s be fair here. You’d be sucking me off.”
I scoffed. “Well, we might be stuck sucking one another’s cocks if we keep up the pace we’re going,” I said.
Dom sighed. “I think she was fucking Vasiliev.”
I froze, the joint suspended in midair. “What?”
“My father has his sister. Said he has someone within the lords who’s supposed take out Bianca.” He launched into what he knew from his old man.
My guts churned as each word spilled from his mouth. “You really think it’s Vasiliev?”
“I do. It makes sense. He’s always watching. I’ve caught her staring at him sometimes too. He’s playing her. Hard. She won’t know what hit her when he attacks. He’s gotten under her skin, made her trust him, fall for him.” He shook his head in disgust.
“And we’re just the assholes breaking her heart and pushing her toward him.”
“If it’s true,” Dom said softly.
“Let’s hope it’s not.” I swallowed, trying to remain calm. All I really wanted to do was go to Vasiliev and beat him until he stopped breathing. I wanted to take his ass out before he had a chance to hurt Bianca.
He was a dead man if suspicions were confirmed.
“You think you’ll have to kill her?” I asked, trying to push the image of Vasiliev with his shitty lord hands all over Bianca out of my head.
He nodded. “Eventually, yeah. D’Angelou clearly doesn’t know she and Ivanov broke up. Ivanov doesn’t want to piss off his daddy by saying anything. As far as any of the cocksuckers know, they’re together and will marry.”
“There’s a way out,” I said, locking my eyes on him. I had to be way too fucking drunk and high for this, but I said it anyway, my guts rolling with the implications.
“Let’s hear it.” Dom gave me a measured look.
“You marry her. Make her your queen. Kill D’Angelou. Get the keys to the kingdom. It’s not like she’d miss his ass.”
Dom’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared at me. “I can’t fucking marry her.”
“Why not? You’re the prince to a fucking kingdom of sin and sorrow. She’s untouchable as your wife. Do you hate her that much?”
“Quite the fucking opposite,” he muttered.
I stilled, frowning at him. “What the fuck aren’t you saying, De Santis?”
“She told me she loves me.” He sounded bitter as he stared down at his hands. “What the fuck?”
I ground my teeth together at his words.
“That’s why she’s mad. I fucked her until she could barely breathe. I wanted her to hate me, I wanted her to scream it at me. I ordered her to. Instead, she took the punishment and said she loves me. I told her it was the wrong answer and walked away from her. She left. I can’t even look at her now. The entire idea of it disgusts me.”
“A beautiful woman lets you punish her and tells you she loves you, and somehow you’re the one disgusted? Fuck, I’m sick just looking at your pathetic ass.”
“Fuck off, Seeley,” he snapped back at me. “What would you have done if she’d said it to you?”
“She didn’t,” I snarled at him, my anger emerging. Apparently, I was a jealous prick too. What would I have done? Would I quit my evil ways and sweep her off her feet? Tell her I loved her too? Marry her?
Fuck, Chill, Seeley.
“She doesn’t have to love me or say it. She knows she belongs to all of us.” He rubbed his eyes, his elbows on his knees.
“Well, with the way you behave, you’d think she only belongs to you.”
He glared at me but said nothing.