“Want some, you Russian cunt?”
“Be real fucking nice, you German come stain.”
He let out a huff of laughter and handed me the joint. I took a pull and let the calmness blanket me.
Fuck, De Santis had good shit.
“You think Vincent’s going to be OK?” I asked, after taking another hit and handing Levin the joint back.
“Yeah. Doc said he would be. Lost a lot of blood. Been a bloody fucking month,” Levin said, shaking his head.
I nodded. It really had been.
“Think the horsemen are dead?”
Levin shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. If they aren’t, they will be soon enough. They fucked with the wrong guys. It wouldn’t surprise me if Dominic decided to steal the chick they’re fucking just to prove a point.”
I nodded. It seemed like a De Santis thing to do.
“I, uh, have to tell you something,” I said after a moment of silence.
“If it’s that you want to suck my dick, the answer is no. Go suck your own.”
“Fuck off, man. I don’t want to suck your dick,” I said. “I want to tell you something I should’ve mentioned before, but I wasn’t sure about it. I had to do some checking first.”
“Is this going to piss me off?” Levin leveled his glassy gaze on me.
“Maybe.”
“Of course it is,” he muttered. He took a deep drink of his whiskey then wiped his lips with the back of his hand and gave me a look that said I’d better fucking talk.
“Drake texted a bit ago. The warehouse. I’m pretty sure it belongs to Sergio Ivanov. It’s one of his outposts. Dominic blew up one of his places.”
Levin snorted and let his head fall back against the couch cushions. “Fan-fucking-tastic.”
“I’m waiting for Hail to message with the news. He was fucking wasted tonight though, so I might not hear back from him until tomorrow. Just figured I’d give you the heads up in case I’m right. Ivanov doesn’t use it for anything that I know of except maybe killing people. But yeah…pretty sure it’s one of his.”
Levin shook his head. “Nice. Can’t fucking win. Those horsemen are tricky fucks. I’d be impressed if I wasn’t pissed.”
We were quiet as we passed the joint back and forth and drank.
I finally asked the question that had been on my mind. “What do you and Vincent do with Bianca when it’s just you three? He asked you to do something.”
Levin stared up at the ceiling. “Fuck her how she wants us to.”
I nodded, deciding my imagination was probably good enough without the details.
“You worried you’re fucking her wrong?” Levin asked, not looking at me as he blew out a ring of smoke.
“No,” I scoffed. “I know she enjoys my dick inside her.”
He snorted.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. You’re just a fucking trip, Vasiliev. I never thought I’d say this to you, but I’m glad you’re here.”
“You’ve drank too much,” I muttered. “You’re cut off.”