Page 98 of His Enforcer

“I was an asshole.”

The way he’d taken me, his body and heart opening up for me. Fuck. I should have known better than to mess with someone as lethal as him.

Now he’s slithered under my skin, and I’m a mess.

More than usual. I’m a fucking disaster.

“He’s been in love with you forever. Don’t fuck this up,” Anthony says quietly.

Those words sit heavily on my chest and after another hour of idle chatting, Bane appears, his hair mussed, his lips swollen, blood on his torso.

“Where the fuck have you been?” I ask.

“I went back. Gave three blow jobs and someone told me itwasa guy named Henry at the club. I also may have killed someone.”

“Jesus, Bane,” Anthony grunts as he stands up and moves toward him.

“I know. I’m sorry but they were very rude and insulted you and Tatum. They had to die.”

“Do we need to do a cleanup?”

He shakes his head. “No. I have it taken care of.”

“Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, making it stand up at odd angles. “But it was Henry, Boss.Henry. What do we do?”

“Did you find him?”

“No, but security is scouring the footage to see if we can get a lead on what he’s driving or who he’s with or where the fuck he went!”

“I know, and right now that’s all we can do,” Anthony says calmly.

Bane peers over at Viktor and his face falls. “Will he be okay?Shit, this is all my fault.” He looks like he’s going to cry. Anthony lays a hand on his shoulder, and Bane peers up at him. “And Georgiy didn’t fly down to see me like he threatened.”

He sniffles at that admission, his heart clearly bruised and broken.

Anthony removes his hand and then nods toward the door. “Let’s get you something to eat. You need something in your stomach besides cum.”

Bane sniffles and moves out of the room, leaving me alone with Viktor. I stare at him from my seat across the room and then push myself up. I approach his bed and look at his slumbering form.

“Fucking wake up, Vik,” I whisper, my fingers reaching out and touching his. He’s warm and alive, and I curl my hand around his. But he doesn’t do what I’ve demanded, so I’m left to wait.

“Oh my god, they’re so cute,” a giggling whisper wakes me, pulling me from my dreams.

Ones with fire and Vik and smoke.

My eyelids fly open and I see Tatum and Teddy standing in the doorway, Tatum grinning happily while Teddy watches on.

I realize that they’ve caught me in Viktor’s bed, my body wrapped around his. Even in a drug-induced coma, he manages to lie akimbo. As I come to, I feel Viktor start moving as well, his body sliding against mine, and relief filters through me. And with it comes anger.

Fucking Viktor. Taking shit in a club from someone he doesn’t know, doesn’t trust.

Someone who was most likely Henry, a man who is hellbent on ruining us.

I push myself upright and stare down at him, his flushed cheeks, his droopy eyes. He’s never been more beautiful than at this moment. Alive and awake.

“What happened?” he rasps when he takes in the bed and the IV in his arm.

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