He smirked at me. “Fuck, yeah she does.”
I glowered inside but kept a straight face. I hated playing this guy—Fallon the lord, Fallon the bad guy.
“What’s up with you and Celeste?” I asked.
He shrugged and bit into his burger, chewing for a moment before he answered. “Fucking, basically. She’s a bit needy. Plus, Seeley was fucking her, which is a turn-off. But it’s whatever. Warm hole to hide in until something better comes along, I guess.”
I nodded. Made sense to me.
“What about you? Who you fucking?” Drake asked.
I shrugged and glanced at Bianca, who was leaning over to press a kiss to Levin’s lips. Dom jerked her back to him.
That fucker sure was jealous.
“No one,” I finally said.
“No one? Well, I know you and Stella were fucking. What was up with that?”
I tossed down the rest of my burger and wiped my hands on a napkin. “Desperate times, I suppose.”
I’d never fucked Stella, but they didn’t need to know that.
Drake laughed. “She’s not bad. She has a better pussy than Celeste. And her dick sucking is on point.”
“It’s all right,” I muttered, lying.
I hadn’t let her suck my dick either. Stella never appealed to me like that.
“But De Santis’s girl. She’s. . . beautiful.” Drake stared out across the commons at Bianca. “If I’m being honest, I felt pretty bad when Hail made her suck our dicks.”
I did a double take. I was shocked he felt that way.
“Really?” I asked.
He nodded. “I mean, yeah it was great and all, but I’m not really that guy. I go with whatever Hail wants to do. Pretty sure he’d try to kill me and put my body at the bottom of the nearest lake if I ever said no. But I have my limits. He knows that. But I stay in line and do what’s expected of me. It’s a game of survival, and the pay ain’t half bad.” He was still peering at Bianca. “She really is gorgeous though. I hope De Santis guards her well because if fucking Tate gets a hold of her, he’ll ruin her.” Drake looked at me. “You really going to fuck her if Hail takes her?”
I swallowed and stared at her. “Yes.”
“I always pegged you for a decent guy, Vasiliev. Stuck here by circumstance on account of your old man. If it were me, I’d say no because I don’t want to catch a charge for fucking some girl who screamed no. What happened when she was on her knees for us is where I draw the line.”
“Forced blow jobs are where you draw the line?” I stared at him and raised my brows.
“I regret it, but I think we all do shit to stay alive and relevant. It felt great, so that helped soothe my wounded soul.”
I scowled and turned back to Bianca. She was holding Vincent’s hand while Dom fed her a cupcake.
“What are you fucks doing?” Tate demanded, slamming his tray down in front of us, effectively blocking my view of Bianca.
The bun on his burger fell off, and he promptly stuffed it back onto the meat and cheese. He sank onto his seat and looked between us.
“Talking about De Santis’s wife. You know, the chick who kicked your ass,” Drake said.
I sighed, knowing Drake teasing him wouldn’t help keep the asshat in a good mood. Drake was an enforcer. While he was generally always in a decent mood, he had a wicked dark streak I’d witnessed too many times.
“Bitch’s days are numbered,” he grumbled, his eyes flashing in anger.
“Judging by how easily she kicked your ass, I don’t think she has anything to worry about.” Drake chortled.