Didn’t matter. She didn’t make the cut.
We all had to be on board, or it was a no-go. Hail didn’t want to listen to bitching. Neither did I.
Hail came with a groan and pulled out of her and slapped her ass. She giggled and rubbed her clit some more.
Thirsty bitch.
He got up and dressed and came to have a drink with me.
“I could fuck a wet paper bag with more suction than her,” I grunted as I poured us both a shot.
He snorted. “Pussy was a long, dark tunnel. Took me forever to get off.”
“Veto.”
“Agreed.” He drank his shot. “Hey, get dressed.”
“You want me to go?” She called out, sliding to the edge of the bed.
“Yes. And never come back,” I added.
She glared at me before grabbing her clothes and scurrying out of the room. She nearly knocked the rest of the lords over as she rushed past in her hurry to leave.
“Cross that one off the list,” Trent said, laughing as he joined us at the bar. I slid the alcohol to him, and he drank.
“How’s Celeste?” I asked Drake as I leaned against the bar.
“Fucking pain in my ass. I’m so done. Hail, I swear to fuck, I can’t do it anymore.” Drake looked to Hail with wide eyes. “Let me free. Have Tate fuck her.”
“I don’t want the bitch. I’m taking down De Santis’s whore, remember?”
I glared at him.
He smirked back. “Then I’m taking out the horsemen’s little redheaded slut. I went to her show last night and met her. She’s far too trusting. I even got her to pose for a photo with me.” He pulled out his phone and showed us a picture of him standing next to her, smiling his shit-eating grin.
She really was beautiful though.
If I were a king, I’d run back and tell Dom he needed to reach out to the horsemen, but I didn’t owe him a damn thing anymore. My main concern was Bianca, but I knew they had her on lockdown and Tate would never succeed in grabbing her.
“You two still going at who gets the kings’ girl?” Trent asked.
“No,” I said. “There’s no contest. I’ll get her.”
“You know what I’m going to do when I get her?” Tate asked, his eyes flashing. “I’m going to have a little fun. Play a game with her. Show her what it feels like to be punched in the fucking face. I’ll break her sexy little ass. I promise you that. Then maybe she’ll be our girl. What do you think, Hail? We steal her back.”
Hail shrugged. “I’m not opposed. I can imagine the look on De Santis’s face when he sees her on my arm again. I’ll get that sham of a wedding annulled and give her my last name. Bianca Ivanov. It has a nice ring to it, huh, boys?”
We laughed. I noted Drake’s laughter stopped first though as he browsed through his phone, scowling.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Celeste. For fuck’s sake. I have to go. Hail, I swear. Let me out. Like soon.”
“I will.” Hail smirked at him. “You can bring her back and let my boy Fallon have a go at her. Maybe we’ll all turn her out and set you free.”
Drake glanced at me. “Yeah. Sure.”
He didn’t wait for my answer because he left quickly, his nose stuck in his phone.