Page 122 of When We Fall: Part One
“Did you even ask Rosalie if she wanted to miss classes for a honeymoon? Or us?” Fox pressed.
“With all due respect, Fox, I don’t need to ask you. And Rosalie will be my wife. She’ll go on her honeymoon with me. As husband and wife, we should get that luxury. The two of us by ourselves.”
Ethan shifted and looked nervously between Enzo and Fox. I could feel the tension rising. Fox’s leg bounced, a muscle thrumming along his jaw.
Please don’t fight. Please don’t fight.
“It’s a long way off. We can discuss it later,” Cole said, trying to smooth it over. “We should all probably discuss it.”
“We won’t,” Enzo said, a note of finality in his voice. “It’ll just be her and I. I want to spend that time with my wife. Alone.”
“Excuse me.” Fox pushed away from the table and left the room.
We all sat in silence for a moment before Ethan cleared his throat.
“Uh, this, um, meat is good. What is it? Lamb?”
Enzo sighed and dropped his fork onto his plate. It made a clatter and bounced onto the table.
“Gross. I hope not. I don’t want to eat a baby sheep.” Cole pushed his plate away, genuinely looking ill. “They’re too fucking cute to be eaten.”
“I’m just going to go check on him—” I started, getting to my feet.
“Stay,” Enzo said softly, grasping my wrist. “Sit and finish your dinner.”
I didn’t like the way he was being. I understood he was trying to look in charge for his father, but not at the expense of hurting Fox.
“I’ll be back,” I said firmly, pulling away from him.
I left the room only to run into Fox. His hands met my hips, his blue eyes laser focused on mine.
“I’m sorry,” he said immediately. “I didn’t mean to ruin your dinner?—”
“Shut up.” I pressed my lips to his. He fell into the kiss immediately, his tongue sliding against mine in a deep kiss. “You didn’t ruin anything.”
“Fuck, I love you,” he said between kisses before slowing them to a stop. “I’m still sorry. I was upset. I should have controlled myself better and spoken to Enzo after. He pisses me off sometimes.”
“He wants Anthony to see he’s in charge,” I murmured. “He means no harm. I think.”
Fox shook his head. “I know Enzo. It’s a mixture of both, babe. I’m really frustrated right now.”
“I know. Would it help if I told you that I wanted to sleep with you tonight?”
“Couldn’t hurt.” He gave me a gentle smile, the tension still visible in his stance, but he kissed me again. “Come on. I don’t want there to be issues. I’ll apologize and eat shit for now.”
He led me back to the kitchen, but Anthony and Enzo’s voices filtered out, stopping us just outside the doorway.
“You need to get a better hold on your men,” Anthony said. “Cole. Ethan. You understand Rosalie will be Enzo’s bride, yes? That means he takes priority. He is your leader. Stay in line.”
Fox’s hand tightened around mine. I glanced up at him to see that muscle feathering along his jaw again.
Without another word, he pulled me into the dining room.
“Forgive me,” Fox said, helping me to sit again. “I was out of line. Marissa. Anthony. My apologies.”
Anthony inclined his head at Fox. “Don’t let it happen again…Constantino.”
Fox stiffened in his chair.
