Chapter 86

“Ethan! Can you take this asshole back to whatever hole he crawled out of?”

“Don’t put yourself out on my account…I can…get myself home,” Nathan managed to slur out.

“I don’t want you murdered in my fucking parking lot either, you idiot,” Paul ground out.

“Please, Nathan, listen to them,” came Walter’s concerned voice from somewhere nearby. “You need their help.”

Nathan didn’t fight the two sets of strong arms that grasped him on either side, hauling him to his feet where he swayed precariously. He had one hand holding his pants up, but being upright had its own set of problems. Nathan was suddenly overwhelmed by nausea as the world swam in and out of focus. His knees threatened to betray him.