I shook my head. “No.”
“Man, come on. I know you’re a fucking weirdo, but you’re being exceptionally weird now. What happened? That piece of ass you were tapping really let you go, so now you’re boohooing over it?”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck. Really?” He cocked his head at me.
“Yeah. Really. I knew it wasn’t going to work out anyway. But I got optimistic.” I rubbed my eyes. Fuck, I was tired.
“Sorry, man. Sucks. At least you don’t have to fuck Celeste.”
“Could be worse,” I said.
“Yeah, I suppose it could be. She just whines a lot. And she doesn’t even swallow. I swallow for her.”
“Too much info,” I muttered, not interested in listening about his sex life with the shady bitch.
He was quiet for a few moments. “Hey, some of my sugar has been going missing.”
I raised my brows at him. “OK?”
“I think someone is stealing from me, man.”
“What do you meanyou think? Either they are or they aren’t,” I said.
“It’s just a little at a time. I don’t know. Maybe my ass is just stressed out or something. Figured I’d mention it in case you hear anything.”
I nodded. “OK. I’ll let you know.”
“Hey, cunts,” Hail greeted us, sitting next to Drake and ending our conversation.
Trent slid in beside me, and Tate took the space Drake’s other side.
“Party at the dip Friday. I need the fucking break,” Hail continued. “I have a surprise for you boys.”
“What’s that?” Trent asked, biting into his sandwich.
“Pussy.” Hail smirked at us.
“I’m fucking Celeste. Remember?” Drake asked, not sounding like he was completely uninterested in checking out new pussy.
“So? This is aspecialgift. I’ve been thinking…” Hail sat back in his seat. “De Santis and his fuckwits really seem closer after they all got onboard with Bianca.” Her name tumbled from his mouth like acid. “We need that kind of unity. So, I got us some pussy to fuck.Together.”
My guts twisted. “No thanks.”
“Shut the fuck up. You’re doing it too. We all are,” Hail said matter-of-factly.
“I’m really fucking not,” I snapped, glaring at him.
“The fuck is your problem?”
“That chick he was seeing dumped him for good. He’s a little pissy,” Drake supplied.
“That’s exactly why you need new pussy. We’ll show up at the party, make our rounds, get our dicks wet, then come back and relax. We all need this. My father has my balls in a bind right now over shit with the kings and horsemen.”
“What shit?” I asked, wanting a change of subject.
“He had some of the disciples break into one of the horsemen’s warehouses. The horsemen didn’t take the bait, or if they did, they haven’t acted on it,” Trent said.