Page 94 of His Enforcer

I can almost feel the fire rushing toward me, my body so hot it hurts.

My mind spins and I feel faint.

My body sags against the wall and I gulp down long breaths.

Where is he?

Where the fuck is he?

He’s fine. He’s fine.

Someone knocks into me roughly, their elbow digging into my skin, and I snap upright, pain jolting through my abdomen. I gasp and pull in a breath, grabbing my gun at my back and pushing forward.

Panic can come later.

I won’t let myself go out like this. Or him.

Not him.

My brothers’ faces, eyes unseeing, blood spurting from their gunshot wounds appear in my mind, and I move faster.

I nearly run onto the dance floor, the space pulsing with people and a low, sultry beat.

My eyes scan over the crowd writhing before me, lights flashing, but I can’t find him.

Where the fuck is he?

My heart is thumping in my ears and my hands are trembling.

And then all of a sudden, I see him, his head thrown back, his hips moving with the beat of the music. He’s sweating, drops rolling down his temples, his shirt rucked up around his waist.

I shake my head, clearing my mind of the swirling, anxious thoughts.

He’s alive. He’s fine. Everything is fine.

My gaze narrows and I push forward, moving everyone out of the way as I approach. He sees me, his pupils blown out, his cheeks flushed, and he smiles sweetly at me. Without a care in the world.

“Baby,” he mouths and presses into my chest, making my heart race. His fingers curl into my hair and his lips hit my cheek.

I can’t help but wrap him up against me, tucking my face into his neck and inhaling.

Fuck. What the hell happened back there? Why is he on the dance floor and not with me? Was I panicking for that long? I must have been. I must have been out of it far longer than I thought. And Viktor, he’s too drunk to think clearly.

Fucking Anthony. He should know better than to ply him with shit.

“I’m your baby now?” I murmur, my lips hitting the lobe of his ear as I breathe in the salty scent of him.

“Mhm,” he says as he slides his leg between my thighs and grinds. The feel of him against me has my cock hardening, my chest swelling in excitement.

Then I notice the beat of his heart against my palm. It’s too fast, and the weird way he’s breathing is the same.

My fingers move to the pulse in his neck, and I feel the erratic pounding there, too.

“Vik, did you take something?”

“Sure did.”

“What the fuck did you take?”

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