Page 147 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Here it comes,” Vincent pressed. His eyes drank me in as I let go and sang loudly to the song.
“Whoa, fuck yeah,” Vincent pumped his fist and joined in. We sang the entire song, Fallon chiming in.
When it ended, a pop song came on that made Levin groan.
We kept singing, though.
Dominic joined in, making me smile widely for the first time in weeks. He was really good, perfectly in tune. It had to be the De Santis genes, given that Ani was amazing and Fox had been as well.
“Levin, you German dick noodle, fucking sing,” Fallon shouted, kicking Levin’s seat.
I knew Levin was the grouch of the group. He honestly scared me. He was big like his father. Taller than Fox had been and even more muscular. He rivaled his father in size.
But I knew Klaus was the same way, and he’d proven to me that he wasn’t as rough as his exterior suggested.
I didn’t think Levin would sing, but he finally did, his voice filling the car.
“Whoa, who knew this German cunt hair could sing,” Fallon whooped.
“Fuck off, dick licker,” Levin said, reaching back to slap at Fallon, who snickered.
“Dick licker? Please. I’ve seen you lick more dicks than me.”
The song ended, and another didn’t play.
“Um, Levin… you lick dicks?” I asked. I had no idea he was into that.
Silence descended inside the car before Fallon and Vincent both let out peals of laughter. Dominic’s smile was visible through the mirror as he drove.
“We’re… open,” Vincent said. “In our relationship. We have fun with each other. Well, most of us.” He shot Fallon a look. “This one hasn’t caved in yet. I think I can convince him, though.”
Fallon chuckled and shook his head.
“You mean you and the horsemen never messed around? They didn’t even do it for you?” Vincent continued.
I shook my head. “No. Not really. Cole is very easygoing like that. Sometimes the guys kiss when we’re all together, but it’s never been past that.” My cheeks heated at my words.
Vincent nodded. “We were the same. Then B happened. Now I get dick whenever I want it. Right, Levin?”
Levin muttered something in German and shook his head.
“School starts soon,” Dominic called out, changing the subject. “Will you be going back to Mayfair?”
“I, um, no,” I said softly, my chest aching. “Not this semester. I need some time off. I-I heard you guys were headed to Mayfair. That’s cool. It’s a good school.”
“Shouldn’t need a college education to kill people,” Levin muttered.
“Your dad is proud that you’re going,” I said without missing a beat.
Tension blanketed the interior of the car at my words.
“How do you know that?” Vincent asked.
“Um, he told me,” I mumbled.
Levin scoffed. “He’s lying to you. That prick doesn’t give a shit what I do. In fact, he’s probably hoping I die before I start classes so he doesn’t have to pay the tuition.”
“I-I don’t think that’s true,” I murmured.
