Page 86 of Indecent Lies

“Less than an hour.” Spoke Roux.

The Butcher lifted his head, his eyes burning across at her, a tick working his jaw before turning his gaze back to Poppy. “Did you drink anything?”

“No. I was in the bathroom, a douchebag who’d tried hitting on her had drinks sent over, she’d down it before I could tell her not to. He tried to get to her outside too.”

Texas felt the growl unfurl in his chest. He knew the guy’s name now but that had to wait.

“Can you do anything, man?”

Butcher was busy taking her vitals.

The other three hovered and Texas didn’t pay them any attention, his whole focus was the girl on his couch.

“Tait.” She whined, her hand flailing and he grabbed it.

“Baby, I’m here. Let Butcher look at you.”

“So hot,” she said. “Feel sick too.”

Texas’ heart was in his mouth.

“Is she going to be okay, man?”

“It should help to empty her stomach.”

Finally he had a task and Texas was up off the floor, Poppy light as a feather in his arms and he strode off to the bathroom. Butcher came with him.

“Don’t wanna.” She whined when he got her over the toilet bowl, he was behind her, holding her chin because she was like a floppy fucking doll.

“Baby, you need to throw up, okay. It’ll make you feel better.”

“I can’t.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yeah.”

She probably wouldn’t like him in about three seconds, but he grasped her chin in one hand and forced two fingers all the way to the back of her throat until she started gagging with distressed noises. Texas had to hold her tight from knocking his hand away and on the third go she started to violently throw up.

“Have her go again.” Butcher said from the doorway after the second time and only when a crying Poppy couldn’t bring anything else up, she sagged on his shoulder, Texas looked over to Butcher who nodded. “Let’s get her laid down so I can check her temp and pulse.” Poppy wouldn’t go anywhere until Texas helped her rinse out her mouth.

She was still drowsy and clinging to his shirt front, but no longer an inferno.

He vowed to the devil himself, he was gonna spank her and never let her out again.

Vitals done. He felt relieved air enter into his torso seeing color coming back into her cheeks and her chest rising and falling normally in sleep.

There was no sign of the boys in the living room, but Roux was still there, her eyes worried but fully focused on Butcher. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she will be. I’ve put her to bed,” It was Texas who answered and scrubbed both hands on his face. He needed a shower, he smelled of whatever cocktails were once in Poppy’s stomach, but he wanted to go back to her so badly he was shaking.

“I should go, will you tell her I’ll call tomorrow.”

Texas asked. “You okay to get home?”

“Yeah, I have my car outside.”

“Thanks for bringing her home.”