Page 14 of The Enforcer

“And the lie detector test determines, that is a lie.” I chuckle at his antics, then hold my head with a hiss as my brain throbs in my skull. “Seriously though. Let me take you home.”

With the way my head is pounding and my vision is blurring, it’s probably for the best that he does. While I’m getting my things together, Zeke pulls out his phone and makes a call.

Seconds later, he yells, “What the fuck?” as if he’s the only person in the building. I curse, my headache spiking as Zeke’s voice rises. I shush him, partly because I don’t want my coworkers to hear him swearing to high heaven and because loud noises aren’t my friend right now.

Even though he’s fuming, Zeke mouths an apology as he listens intently on the other end of the phone. “You know this means a fine and bitch duty for however fucking long I say, right? I have to go looking—” He listens for a moment, then says in one of the scariest, calmest voices I’ve ever heard from him, “You do not want to fucking interrupt me right now. You’re already up for a fine and probation. If you want to keep fucking around, I’ll be sure to have the rest of the guys beat your ass for disrespect. Go back to the fucking clubhouse and wait there for me so I can clean up your fucking mess.” He presses the end button on his phone and makes a sound of frustration.

Then he dials another number, holding up a finger for me to wait. I nod, going to sit on the couch so I can close my eyes against the lights. I’ve never had a hangover that seemed to intensify over time rather than abate and I’d rather be in my own bed while I wait for it to subside.

“Jace,” Zeke grumbles. “I need a ride, then I need your help. Reaper fucked up.” A pause. “No, just a fine and probation. I’ll give you the full run down as soon as we find him. I’ll be at Shane’s. Our lawyer looks like shit after trying to hang with the big boys last night.” I stick up my middle finger in Zeke’s general direction and hear him chuckle, some of the anger leaving his tone from whatever the fuck Reaper did. “See you in thirty.”

“Ready?” I ask, cracking open one eye.

“Keys,” he says in response. I stand and hand him my keys, walking out of my office.

When I get to the secretary’s desk, I tell her I’m not feeling well and will be leaving for the day. She nods and tells me she’ll leave any messages on my desk.

Stepping outside is hell. The sun is shining bright, stabbing into my retinas like I personally offended it. I put my hand over my eyes to shield them, cursing anew at hanging with a bunch of men that drink alcohol like it’s fucking water.

Once inside my car, I find a pair of sunglasses and throw them on, lean my seat back as far as it can go, and toss an arm over my eyes. Zeke laughs as he starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot. “You’re fucking dramatic.” He scoffs as he brakes, presumably at a red light. “God, this thing is fucking bulky. I don’t see how you like riding around with all this metal around you. It’s confining.”

“It’s safe,” I correct. “No one wants to run the risk of road rash or worse if they get into an accident.”

“Come on, Shane. Live on the wild side.” I grunt, not wanting to do that at all.

The drive to my condo doesn’t take long, or I think it doesn’t. It’s not until Zeke is shaking my shoulder that I realize I fell asleep. I groan, not wanting to move, but knowing I need to get inside so I can lie down.

“Come on, sleeping beauty,” he mutters. “I’ll put you to bed, then you can get some rest, yeah?”

“Okay,” I mumble, feeling miserable.

Zeke helps me out of the car and to the elevator of my building. Once it reaches my floor, it takes him no time to have me inside my condo and in my bedroom.

Once he has me seated on the bed, he quickly takes off my shoes, socks, pants and dress shirt, leaving me in my briefs and ribbed undershirt. He tucks me in, then goes to my bathroom, getting me some pain meds and filling up my glass of water I leave on my nightstand.

Like the perfect nurse, he helps me sit up and puts the pills in my hand, making sure I take them. After that, he lies me back down, pulling the blanket up to my chin.

Zeke’s eyes roam over my face, probably assessing the likelihood of me throwing up in my sleep. “I wish I could climb in with you, but we have club business to attend to. Promise you’ll come tonight.”

“I promise, Zeke. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

His smile is faint. “I know. But you’re scared.”

I told him I wouldn’t lie to him. “I am.”

“Don’t be. Come at eight.”

He hesitates for a moment, then leans forward, brushing his lips against mine in a sweet, feather soft kiss. “I’ll see you tonight.”

I’m asleep before I can think about what the fuck just happened.

Chapter Seven

Zeke

Jace is parked in front of the automatic doors of Shane’s condo, waiting for me with a stony look on his face. My foul mood returns when I remember why I need him here and not Reaper.

Reaper’s dumbass thought it was a good idea to go see his girl when he was supposed to be sitting on Kirk until another brother could come relieve him. Not sure why Reaper abandoned his post, but that’s something we’ll have to discuss when I get back to the clubhouse. For now, he’s fucking benched and will have to pay his fine before he can do anything besides be our bitch boy for the foreseeable future.

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