Chapter 24

ENZO POV

The complex smoky flavor, rich malty aroma, and the briny taste of a hard whisky fille my mouth as I tipped the bottled over, gulping the liquid down like water to keep my head in the game. I tipped the bottle over and grunted before dropping it to the floor when nothing came, then got onto my wobbly legs and made my way to the wine cabinet which seemed to be across the fuckin’ universe from where I was, although it was just across the room.

I let out a soft grunt as a piercing headache sliced its way through my skull, so damn sharp that I lost my foot and fell on my ass.

“Motherfucker…” I slurred before burping out loud like a damn bitch, then attempted to get up again, but my head was so heavy that I ended up sitting there on the floor, letting my heavy eyes roam around my office.

I hated it. All of it, I hated it to the core.

I was in pain, in so much agony. And I was fuckin’ tired of being the one to glue people back to sanity. I couldn’t do it now. Not while I was missin