Page 7 of The Queen's Vow (Ruthless Games 2)

THAT NIGHT WE TOOKturns making love to Rebecca. Much like earlier, standing around the bed watching someone else devour her, waiting for a turn. Just not after dragging her out of a hidey hole.

Anthony leaving his phone on earlier had rattled me. I let Bastien and Anthony know I wanted two of us standing guard all night. One watching the lake, the other looking for movement in the dense brush out front.

I gave them the first shift while I tucked Rebecca into the king size bed in the master suite on the second floor. Not the bed we played in before.

This was my bed. Although, I’d not spent the night here yet. Hadn’t the need. The game Rebecca wanted to play required a place like this. Bringing her, Bastien, and Anthony was a risk. With every passing minute, my future crystalized clearer and clearer. Rebecca was my forever.

And those two were part of the deal.

I had to trust them.

There was no reason not to. We all had kingdoms to protect. We were all vulnerable. Instead of worrying about breaches, I breathed easier at the extra layer of protection Bastien and Anthony brought into my life.

For Rebecca’s sake.

We all loved her. And she loved us.

As much as I got off on triple-teaming her, having her all to myself thrilled me just as much. When that wet aching pussy was all mine. When that dark hot asshole of hers fit my cock so well and I could stay there until I came.

Naked, I dozed off, holding her until a hand closed around my shoulder.

I jumped awake and grabbed Rebecca’s gun, the Ruger she left on my nightstand before she climbed in bed with me earlier.

“Yo,” Anthony strained a whisper. Naked with a hard cock. What else was new. “Don’t shoot.”

“I’m just on edge,” I confessed as I kissed Rebecca’s forehead. “Anthony is here.” My heart ached at how she reached out for him.

She really did love each of us.

After tugging on my jeans and hearing Rebecca moan from Anthony no doubt sliding into her, I padded down two flights of stairs with the Ruger tucked into my waistband. Bastien stared out one of the living room windows. Still as a statue. If humans could sleep standing up, I’d bet he dozed off.

A floorboard creaked and he spun around, lifting his silver Springfield XD pistol at me.

“Jesus, Bastien.” I stepped back and caught my breath.

“Sorry.” He slid it back into his side holster. While Anthony had stayed shirtless all night, Bastien wore a button-down shirt, covering all the scars across his skin.

The man had been in such pain from losing Rebecca, he’d started cutting himself. And let his father beat him. Anything to drown out the pain of losing her.

A pain I prayed I never got a taste of.

Exhaling, I glanced at the stairs I came down. “You can take a rest. Join Becca and Anthony. I can watch both sides of the house.”

“Have eyes in the back of your head, Gian?” Bastien finished the last sip of the wine glass he’d kept on the windowsill.

“My VPN is secure. I don’t need Wi-Fi. I can watch all sides from a special device.”

Bastien grinned. “You won’t let anyone near Becca, will you?”

“Not a chance.”

“Are we kidding ourselves that she’s not in danger?” His question surprised me.

“There hasn’t been a hit attempt on her father Giovanni in over a decade.”

Bastien stared at me. “We’d know right away if someone wanted her dead, wouldn’t we? Because of you.”

“There’s a reason my father keeps so many guards on my mother. Something about powerful women still turn men into jerks. I have eyes and ears in all the right places looking for hints of someone moving on my family. That now includes Becca.” I quirked a smile. “Follow me.”

Inside my office set up in an alcove off the kitchen, I fired up a secure laptop that ran off my private signal.

“I’m now monitoring the dark web for any mention of Becca or her family, as well.” I turned the laptop around to show Bastien.

After he eyed the monitor for a moment, his eyes widened. “You found a site that posts hitman contracts?”

“It’s well buried, I assure you. Less risk over the dark web. There’s a lot of crazy shit on there.” I tapped the refresh button to scan the account where I’d previously seen contracts awarded. “Nothing.”

He smiled. “It’s because of how Giovanni ruled, wasn’t it? How he controlled everyone so completely that no one would dare to take him out.”

“That and his footprint was so big, who would want the headache?”

“Anthony Sr.,” Bastien mumbled.

“He wanted his son to marry Becca. Killing Giovanni would have put a wrinkle in that if she had found out.”

“Our world would have been thrown into chaos. Especially since Giovanni basically lied to everyone for years that Nate would assume control.” Bastien swallowed. “Becca wasn’t ready.”

“You say that like you’d been keeping an eye on her all those years.”

“You better fucking believe it,” he bit out.

“How secure is your place in Belize?” I asked about his safehouse in case we had to leave the country.

“As secure as this,” he proudly admitted with a smirk. “Belize isn’t a place for me to hide out waiting for heat to die down. It’s a place for me to escape and never come back.”

I glanced around the house. No way would I want to spend the rest of my life secluded like this. “Like I said, I don’t think anyone found us.” I yawned. At three a.m., it made more sense to just stay awake. Make coffee and power through it. Take a dip in the lake to really get my blood moving. “Go be with Becca.”

“And Anthony.” He arched an eyebrow at me. “Does that...make you think less of me?”

“That you and Anthony fuck?” I shrugged. “No.”

Bastien moved toward me and I instinctively shirked back. “Don’t worry, Gian. You’re not my type.” He reached past me to snag that empty wine glass.

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