She hesitated for a second before parting her lips. I poured the liquid into her mouth. Her eyes widened at me as I held the back of her head and forced her to drink the entire cup. She coughed once she finished, and I nodded to Vincent to hand me another.
“Dominic—” she started.
“Shh,” I tutted, pressing the second glass to her lips. I got the second glass down her throat when she opened her mouth again.
“Light it up,” I called to Vincent as I stared into Bianca’s eyes.
Soon, he handed me a lit joint. I took a deep hit and held it, relishing in the surge of calmness before leaning in to kiss my wife.
“No,” she mumbled.
I fisted her hair and forced her mouth to mine. She gasped, and I blew the smoke into her mouth. She fought me until she had no choice but to inhale.
She sputtered when I released her.
“It wasn’t a request,” I said, giving her a pointed look before I took another deep hit. I offered her the joint.
She parted her lips again, and I let her take a hit of the weed.
“Deeper,” I instructed.
She sucked in more and held it before she coughed and blew it out. I smiled at her, noticing how she was beginning to sway on my lap. A calm wasp was a pliable wasp.
I took a few more hits before handing the joint back to Vincent. He finished it off as he sucked down his beer.
We sat in comfortable silence for quite some time, Vincent leaving and returning with more alcohol as the night wore on. Bianca drank another two glasses and smoked more weed before I was satisfied she was feeling good enough.
“Weed gets old,” Vincent grunted, staring down at the joint he’d been toking.
“It makes us lots of money.”
“Ivanov banks on heroin and coke.”
“I’m not Ivanov. If I find a better drug, I’ll push it. I’m not in the business of getting people addicted to bullshit habits that could kill them. Dead customers aren’t returning customers,” I said, eyeing Celeste rubbing against Levin.
He looked stiff and unnatural as he stood there, not touching her. He’d have to try harder if he wanted to make that shit look real.
Vincent nodded. “I see your point, but there’s gotta be something else out there we can do. Don’t get me wrong, I love getting high on weed, but it’s missing something for me.”
I nodded. I got it. It didn’t blow my mind the way I wanted either, but it was better than nothing. Bianca shifted in my arms. Her lips met my neck, making me tighten my hold on her. If she wasn’t careful, I was going to fuck her right there in front of everyone. Claim her so these fuckers knew who she belonged to. I’d seen some of the guys gawking at her when we’d arrived. One glare from me was all it took to get them scampering off, which probably saved their pathetic lives.
“Can I go with you at midnight?” she asked softly in my ear.
“Yes,” I answered immediately.
Whether Vasiliev had good news or bad news, I’d need her there. I wanted her to be part of everything where he was concerned so that when he fucked up or betrayed us, she'd see it firsthand. Not that I thought he'd fuck up or betray us. I’d seen the way he looked at my wife. The asshole really did care about her. But he was still a loose cannon as far as I was concerned.
“Mmm,” she purred in my ear as she reached down and rubbed my cock through my pants.
I liked I’d pleased her. Getting her wasted had been a good idea.
“Does this mean you aren’t mad anymore?”
“No, I’m definitely mad,” she slurred out softly. “But a girl has needs.”
“Didn’t Vincent fuck you hard enough?”
She giggled softly. “He did, but we had to cut it short since I’m not on the pill anymore.”
I breathed out and glanced to Vincent, who was watching us, his eyes dark.
“Do you want both of us?” I asked, eyes locked on Vincent’s.
His eyes widened, his eagerness plain to see.