Page 57 of Fury
Fuck me…
“Fuck Nyx, you with us, son?” I hear my dad ask with concern, and I rasp back, “No, I feel like I’ve been hit by a fucking truck.”
I squeeze my eyes tight as I gingerly sit up, trying my fucking hardest not to vomit before I finally look around the room to see I’m in mine at the club.
My dad, Blade, Brick, and Mama all look at me with concern, and I ask, “Where is Tate?”
“With Bently in the common room, the new prospect,” my Mama says, “I just wanted to quickly check on you.”
I clear my throat to ease the dryness and nod as I try to stand, but dizziness takes hold before a hand grabs my shoulder, and Blade demands, “What do you think you are doing? Get back in bed!”
“Can’t,” I grunt as I slowly stand, “I need to call Sky, get her to pick me and Tate up.”
“Brother, that may be a problem,” he mutters and I pause and look at him with a frown and settle again for a moment and he clears his throat and admits, “I went to confront her…”
Anger seers through me, and I snap, “You did fucking what?” but wince at the throbbing in my head and grab hold of it.
Fuck that hurts.
“I know, I know, I shouldn’t have, and fuck did she get mad, like real mad, and chucked a stapler at my fucking head before storming away,” he admits.
I take deep breaths not only to control my anger but the urge to vomit and demand, “What did you say to her?”
“Uh,” he stutters as Brick gives him a hard glare, and he admits, “Nothing bad. She snapped at me about Mama leaving and us treating her like shit, and I demanded who said it to her when we didn’t, and I explained Dad was struggling.”
“Ah fuck’s sake, Blade, you’ve just set your relationship back by miles,” I sigh, dropping my head before a thought hits me, “Fuck, what time is it?”
“It’s eight in the morning, sweetheart. You’ve been out all night,” Mama says while Blade demands, “How in the fuck have I set us back?”
Ignoring him, I look at Mama and ask, “Can you call Skylar for me? I don’t want her to worry.”
“Uh, brother,” Blade says, and I glare at him, but he holds his hands up in peace and admits, “I pissed Skylar off that much yesterday she stormed here, so I don’t know, but what she saw made her run away…”
I slowly close my eyes and mutter, “What happened?”
My memory is hazy. I remember Bently handing me my drink, the only one I was going to have before grabbing Tate and going back to Sky’s but after that, fucking nothing.
“Lacey snuck into the club,” Brick says, “I walked into the common room after trying to find Anna to see Lacey giving you head while you were barely conscious.”
I look his way in shock and deny, “What the fuck? I’d never let her touch me, any woman for that matter!”
He gives me a soft smile and replies, “I know, and I also knew you were drugged, but before I could grab her, she ran. Venom is looking through the cameras, but son, Trent said Skylar showed up then left after a few minutes before I got here”
I slowly close my eyes and mutter, “Let me guess, she thinks I cheated?”
So much for her trusting me, though to be fair, if Lacey had my dick in her mouth, I can’t really blame her from running, right?
Damn, now I feel dirty.
Mama whispers, “I don’t think so sweetheart, I think she got freaked and needed to understand what she was seeing but uh, we can’t get a hold of her and-and some brothers think Anna’s taken her.”
I sigh, dropping my face to my hands.
“Nyx,” Blade begins, but his words cut off as my door opens, and I look up to see an extremely pissed off Venom storm in and I raise a brow and ask, “Did Raya knee you again?”
He shakes his head, his eyes showing concern, and I sit up straighter as worry shoots through me that he didn’t take my bait.
“Where was Bently last seen?” he demands, and I frown while Mama steps forward and states, “In the club garden with Tate five minutes ago, why?”
