Deadly Little Promises (Kings of Bolten, #3)

by K.G. Reuss

“Well, except your boy here,” Blondie said with a smile. “It’s cool though. I’m definitely not judging. I let my boys fuck my girl too.” “Cole,” the blue-eyed, beanie-wearing guy snapped. Blondie, or Cole as I’d just learned, grinned. “Fox doesn’t like when I tell people I let him fuck my girl.”

“Fuck off, Cole,” Fox snapped. “She’s our girl,” the other guy spoke up. “Not just yours.”

His lips quirked up in a small smile. “I fucking love you too, hornet ass.”

I grinned up at her and cradled her cheek with my good hand. She offered me a sweet smile that sent butterflies soaring in my chest.

I wasn’t obsessed with the idea like Dom was, but someday down the road, I wanted it to happen. A daughter. A little B I could spoil too. We’d name her Aurelia Grace Valentino. Or at least I hoped we would.

I closed my eyes, Enzo De Luca’s face in my mind. An eye for an eye, motherfucker. Or in this case, two thighs and a shoulder. I’d make Enzo De Luca my bucket of fucking chicken.

I think it’s important to keep the dead alive through m-memories,”

The last goddamn thing I wanted to do was kidnap, fuck, and kill the horsemen’s girl, but for Bianca, I’d do anything.

I swallowed hard and lowered my gun. My mind raced. I couldn’t trust him. I knew that much given what he’d already done to me…right? I was mulling things over when he reached for me. His knuckles brushed against my jaw, startling me. In my sudden startled state, I pulled the trigger. “Fuck!” he shouted, stumbling back and grabbing his leg. “Fucking fuck! You fucking shot me! Jesus Christ.” I blinked as he hissed. “I didn’t mean to!” I stepped forward, but he held his hand out to stop me. “Ju-just stay there. Put the fucking gun away.” He grunted and winced before leaning against the wall. “Well, you guys stabbed Vinny with knives, so really, this is your own damn fault!” “I told you it was a test.” “You didn’t say shit about a test.”

She’d scared the shit out of us again but had somehow put the horsemen on their knees for her. I had the most confusing hard-on because of it. On one hand, I’d been terrified. The thought of her getting hurt had made me physically ill and unhinged, willing to blow the fucking club up just to level the playing field. On the other hand, seeing her standing there with some of the most powerful men in our world on their knees out of fear, and probably even a bit of respect, did something to my insides.

I watched the butterfly, my vision blurry from both tears and the swelling. Some butterflies were never meant to fly. Some were meant to die at the hands of a maniac. Some were meant to be broken.