Page 95 of His Enforcer

His head is resting on my shoulder now, and I’m hugging him to me. With a shake, he straightens and his eyes meet mine.

“Just some E.”

“Some? How many?”

He wets his lips and then shrugs. “Few.”

“Are you sure it was fucking E?” I ask, and he nods, his lashes fluttering, before he shakes his head.

“Dunno. Think so.”

“Shit. You think so? Who gave it to you? If it was from Anthony’s supply, it would have come from the servers.”

“Someone else. I don’t know. Funny…guess he kinda looked like Henry?” he slurs, his body trembling now.

Henry? Fucking, fuck. He’s not supposed to be here. Does he have a goddamn death wish? Some kind of vendetta? “What color were the pills?”

“Dunno. Red?”

“You fucking took shit from a random without checking? Goddamnit, Vik.”

“Had to make it through the night with you. Needed to survive. Like you too much.”

My arm wraps around him, and I try to carry him to the exit, my hand fumbling with my phone. But it’s hard. Vik is big, almost overbearing when he’s sagging and limp like this, and it doesn’t help that the crowd seems to surge around us at that exact moment, jostling us endlessly.

Suddenly, in my periphery, I see Tatum, Bane, and Teddy on the dance floor, and I stagger toward them, Vik stumbling beside me.

“Hey!” Tatum says with a grin, Bane wiggling his ass next to him. The two of them look like they’re having a great time, but Teddy, not so much. He looks worried, his eyes meeting mine before shifting to Viktor, who is completely out of it now.

“I need you to call Doc. Now!” I shout, and Teddy is suddenly next to me, picking up a sagging Viktor in his arms and cradling him to his chest. Thank fuck he’s so strong.

Tatum and Bane freeze for just a moment, taking a second to process all of it, before shooting into action.

Before I know it, I’m in the car with Jax and Bane and we’re flying down the highway toward the estate, Doc waiting on standby.

He better not have fucking taken anything that is going to kill him. It better not have been that fucking drug, Pink.

“Did he really say Henry was there?” Bane asks, turning around from the front seat and staring at me.

“Yeah, but who fucking knows? Vik was incoherent at that point. There’s no way Henry would have shown up at my club. Unless he had a death wish.”

“The bouncers knew not to let him in, right?” Bane asks, and I nod.

“They did. They know what he looks like. We’re all searching for him, Bane. It couldn’t have been him.”

I say that even though I’m not certain, even though I’m second-guessing everything. Could it have been him? Does he have an in with one of the bouncers?

“I’m worried though,” he says, and then crawls into the backseat with me and Vik, wrapping his arms around me.

“I’m sorry. I’m such a cumslut. I shouldn’t have ever let him fuck me. Tatum lost a finger because of him and now Viktor is going to die.”

“He’s not going to die,” I hiss, but I can tell Vik is not okay.

His breathing is erratic and his skin is clammy. He doesn’t look well at all. Fuck, is this all my fault? If I hadn’t been so consumed by my past, by the panic, I could have found him sooner, could have protected him. I don’t have time to stew on it for long because a moment later, Jax pulls into the driveway and then we’re out, dragging Viktor to where Doc is waiting.

“You think it’s Pink?” Doc asks, his voice clipped and serious.

“No idea, but maybe. Fuck, I’ve never seen him like this.”

---