“She sings then?” B asked.

Fox nodded as Enzo walked over and did a line of sugar. “Yeah. She’s on scholarship at Mayfair for music. She’s an incredible singer.”

“Cool,” I said, smiling.

The way they spoke of her let me know how much they cared for her. Now I was a little more invested in them because I was a sucker for a good romance. I didn’t even know the girl, and I wanted her to be happy.

Ethan did a line of sugar and handed the bill off to Dom.

“We’re not dead,” Enzo said. “You won’t be either.”

Dom nodded, but I stepped forward, snatched the bill from him, and winked.

“Just in case, boss. Plus, you’re driving.”

He smirked at me. I leaned down and snorted the line, knowing exactly what to expect.

And fuck was it good.

I stood up, the warmth spreading through me quickly. Fuck yeah. That shit was gold.

“It’s good,” I said, blinking. “Damn, Ethan.”

Ethan grinned, his cheeks flushing.

I handed the bill over to Levin and raised my brows at him. “You’ll like it.”

Levin grunted but moved to a line and snorted it before straightening. We all watched him for a moment before he spoke. “Nice. Real fucking nice.”

Fallon went next. Like the fucking pro he was, he snorted it in one go.

“Drake and Trent get this for the lords,” Fallon said, wiping his nose. “They’ve been sampling your product.”

“Nice. Like taking candy from a baby,” Ethan said.

“I had your injectable. I nearly lost my damn mind. I was so fucked up,” Fallon continued.

“His pants were made of protein,” I piped up.

The guys snorted.

“I’ve been having some issues getting that one sorted. I think I might have it now, but Cole refuses to try it for me.”

“Myfucking pants were made of protein,” Cole muttered. “I ended up slumped, naked, ass up, in our front yard. Rosebud was pissed.”

I laughed at that. “Fallon stripped naked too.”

“Shut up,” Fallon muttered.

We shared a laugh again as Dom snorted a portion of his line. He straightened, and we all waited for his verdict.

He licked his lips and finally nodded. “You make good shit.”

Ethan beamed.

“So we’re good?” Enzo asked.

“Yeah. We’re good.”