“S-Seeley. I-I fucked up, man. I really fucked up.” He fisted his hair and let out a snarl like a wild animal. “Can you let me in before the fucking leopard gets me? He followed me the whole way here.” He jerked his thumb down the hall, and I peered out, confused off my ass but knowing I couldn’t let the nutbag stand out in the hallway talking to me.
I stepped aside, and he stumbled into the room, not bothering to look around. I closed the door and crossed my arms over my chest as I surveyed him.
“I fucked up, man. De Santis is going to kill me. Bianca…Oh, God. Bianca.” He tugged more on his hair.
“What about Bianca?” Dom called out in a sharp voice, getting up and moving to block the door with me.
Vincent quickly joined us as we stared down Vasiliev.
“Oh-oh that’s just fucking…you know what, you oversized fucking German shitbrain? You could’ve told me the king of kings was hiding in the shadows. But no. It’s like you’re trying to get me murdered.”
“What?” I asked, still confused. “Why is your half-naked, crazy ass here, you Russian fuck-cheese?”
Vasiliev widened his eyes at me. “That’s nice. Real nice. You’re friends with the fucking leopard in the hall, aren’t you?” He moved forward and jabbed me in the chest. “I fucking knew it. You’re not on team B. You’re on team A. Asshole.” He poked me again.
“He’s blitzed out of his mind,” Vincent said. “What are you on, man?”
“Fu-fucking sugar rush. Fuck, these pants are made of protein!”
We stared in shock as he took his pants off and threw them across the room, leaving only his boxers on.
“He eat a box of Lemonheads or some shit?” I shook my head at his unhinged ass. “Is he diabetic or something having a sugar rush?”
Vincent quickly stepped forward and led Vasiliev to my bed and sat him down.
“Don’t put that shit brick in my bed—”
Dom tapped me on the arm to shut me up. I sighed in frustration and dropped into my computer chair, making a mental note to wash the lord fungus off my bed tomorrow as Dom moved to Vasiliev and stared down at him.
“What’s going on with my wife?”
“What? Fuck, you invited him?” Vasiliev groaned and closed his eyes.
Vincent lifted a brow at Dom. “He’s really fucked up.”
Dom grunted and slapped Vasiliev across the face. “Wake the fuck up and answer my question.”
“I can’t,” he moaned. “You fucking piranha.”
“You better,” I said, sitting forward.
“I thought you could relate, fuck-face, because you’ve been smashing pissers with Celeste for too long now.”
Dom rubbed his eyes as Vincent smirked at me.
Smashing pissers? What the fuck?
“I’ll go check on B,” Vincent said, backing away. He didn’t wait for an answer. He opened the door and left.
“Dominic. Man. You gotta know. I thought it was her.” Vasiliev sat up quickly, his eyes wild. “I’d never touch another woman. Cut my dick off. Feed it to the leopard. I’m done.”
“Get that F-Word out of my bed,” I grunted. “Ain’t no one cutting dicks off in my sheets.”
“I don’t deserve my cock. I failed. Fucking goats, man. They kept laughing at me. Ugh, her tits. You know how great princess’s tits are, right?” Vasiliev reached out and grabbed Dom’s hands as he continued to babble. “You know, right? Of course, you know. You get to touch them every night. The fucking rainbows were so beautiful, man. Like… like… beautiful rainbows, you know? ”
“I do know. Now tell me what drug you’re on so I can try to help you come down,” Dom said.
Vasiliev shook his head, his lips pursed in a duck face. “No. Nope. Can’t do that, king fuck because if I told you that, the fucking leopard would get me. He’s with you guys, isn’t he?”
I raked my hand over my face and got up and poured a drink. This was just too much. I slammed back two glasses while Vasiliev continued to ramble about shit that wasn’t here. He even screamed about the leprechauns in my closet and asked me why I had such a bug infestation.
“B is fine. She’s sleeping,” Vincent said, coming back a few minutes later. “Figure out what his issue is yet?”
“He’s batshit crazy,” I said, throwing back my third drink. “Probably bad coke or heroin. He’s on a bad trip. If he dies in my room, I’m going to be pissed.”
“People might think you two were fucking,” Vincent called out with a grin.
I flipped him off.