I looked at him, my head a delicious mess. “Some chick. Says she wants to fuck.”
“Which chick?” Drake asked, snorting another line before lying back on Hail’s bed and letting out a breath.
“I don’t want to say,” I said. “I kind of like her. So I don’t want to jinx it.”
“She wants you to go fuck her?” Hail raised his brows at me. “And you’re here, snorting sugar instead of getting your dick sucked? What the actual fuck is the matter with you, Vasiliev?”
“I’m just hanging with my boys,” I said, my head taking a spin. Fuck, the waves were intense.
“You don’t fuck enough. Go,” Hail said, gaping at me like I was crazy.
“We haven’t discussed what the plan is for Bianca,” I said, sliding forward in my seat, eager to get to her.
“The plan is, we’ll grab her when we get a chance. Hopefully, the horsemen will kill the kings, and she’ll be free for the taking. That’s it. For now, go get fucking laid.” Hail poured another drink. “We’re just going to celebrate the upcoming end of the kings tonight. That’s it. You won’t miss anything.”
I jumped up. Fine by me.
“Thatta boy,” Drake called out as Hail grinned.
Tate shot me a nasty look. He always was a jealous, little prick. He’d lose his mind completely if he knew who I was really going to see. That alone put a little extra skip in my step as I left the room, their loud laughter behind me.