Chapter 69: Reclaimed Control

Dean’s

I opened my eyes slowly, my head intensely pounding as the room spun violently for a moment. My mouth felt dry and parched, and my chest was tight. I was lying heavily on the bed, my shirt completely gone, my shoes taken off. For a brief second, I truly couldn’t remember exactly how I got here safely. Then it all suddenly rushed back—the loud bar, the many drinks, my public breakdown, Enzo violently dragging me home.

I groaned quietly in pain. I had ...