Page 659 of Filthy Elites

The room spins again, and I feel weird. Instantly I know something’s wrong with me.

I was fine a minute ago. I haven’t had anything to make me feel this shitty. So, what the hell could be wrong?

“You okay, Chad?” Lev asks. He’s the first to notice something’s off with me.

“Yeah,” I lie. I don’t like attention on me, especially when I don’t know what’s going on. “You guys keep playing; I’ll be back in a second.”

I move away from them and head downstairs to the restroom with the disabled facilities because it’s bigger.

Making my way through the dancing bodies on the dance floor, I try to quicken my pace, but I feel worse quite quickly and nearly fall over.

I just make it inside the restroom before my fucking body heats up like someone is throwing fire on me. It’s then I know I’ve been drugged.

I’ve had this feeling one time before, and never again. I’d had a potent dose of E that could have killed me. This feels different, though—like something else. A mixture of something else.

The water isn’t enough, and the air around me is so tight it feels like it’s slipping away.

My vision blurs, and the next thing I know, I’m falling.

* * *

“Chad, wake up.”

That voice. It sounds so far away, but I think it’s Maksim’s.

“Chad, wake up.” The voice comes again, and I know it’s him.

My eyes flutter open, and I see his face hovering over me; him, Lev, and Ilya.

There’s another guy here, too, I recognize to be one of the bouncers.

I’m lying on the floor. The cool ground feels colder than it should, but that could just be my skin. At the thought, I recall what happened.

“Are you okay?” the bouncer asks.

“No.” I release a sigh and try to sit up, but my head feels like it’s going to fall off. “Someone drugged me.”

“You need to go to the hospital.”

Hospital?I need to find out who the fuck did this to me and kill them. Who would even think they could do shit like this to me and live to talk about it.

“How long was I out for?”

“Maybe an hour, give or take,” Lev answers. “We got lost in the game, and time flew by. We thought you hooked up with some chick but came to check on you anyway.”

Steadying myself, I stand. Maksim, however, keeps a hold on me.

“Chad, you need to go to the hospital,” he says, looking more worried than I’ve ever seen him.

He would because he knows whatever knocked me out had to be hardcore.

It was in my drink. Someone must have put something in the beer when I had it on the side.

I’m about to answer him when I realize my pockets feel lighter.

Did someone drug me to steal from me?

The first thing I reach for is my wallet, which I find in my back pocket. I check the next pocket that should have my phone and growl when my hand comes away free with nothing.

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