Page 173 of When We Fall: Part One
“Go to bed, Cole. I’ll be there soon.”
“Are you really on the way home?”
“Yes.”
“Fine. Just… don’t get dead, brother.”
“Never.” I disconnected the call and continued to drive. I didn’t go straight home. I stopped at a liquor shop and grabbed a few bottles of scotch before returning to my car and continuing on my way. I spent the next hour and a half driving around the city to see if I could spot anyone on the streets. My guys still trailed me. By three in the morning, I was exhausted and just wanted to go to bed, so I made my way home and parked my Escalade in the garage before entering the house and setting up the security system.
I took my alcohol into my office and sat in my chair before I nursed the booze, a sugar stick in my hand. I sat in front of the lit fireplace in the dark, smoking and drinking, my shirt off,wondering what the turning point in my life was to bring me to this spot.
This wasn’t what I ever wanted. I always thought my father would continue to work. I’d go to college and get some shitty law degree before resigning to work for my father in that aspect. Never this, although deep down, I knew it was where I was headed. You weren’t born an heir to a powerful mafia don and not follow in his footsteps.
I didn’t hear her come in, but she slid onto my lap and nestled against me. I put my glass of scotch down, drunk and high off my ass, and wrapped my arms around her. Neither of us spoke for a long time before she slid off my lap and went to her knees before me, her hands on my belt.
She hesitated for a moment, her brows crinkling.
“What happened to your arm?”
“I got shot,” I said softly.
“What?” Her green eyes flashed with worry, the flames from the fireplace dancing in them.
“It’s not a big deal. It was clean. I’m fine.”
“You were shot,” she whispered.
I reached out and cradled her face. “And I’m fine, baby.”
She said nothing for a long time before she reached out again for my belt, her fingers fumbling to get my pants undone.
I said nothing, my throat too tight and aching to utter the words. To tell her I was so sorry. That I wish I could do it all over. I was in pain at seeing her so broken and hurt. Blaming myself only made everything worse. So much guilt and remorse plagued me, I wasn’t sure how I’d ever come out of the nasty headspace I was in.
She pulled my cock from my pants and gave it a stroke. It came to life beneath her touch, and she sucked the head gently, her eyes on me.
I swallowed hard as I watched her suck my dick. Rosalie gave amazing blowjobs. I’d had countless before her, and none could compare to anything she could do. I still pulled up the memory of the first one she’d ever given me. Her virgin lips on my cock, so tentative and soft. Fuck, it had taken all I had not to blow my load in her mouth the second she’d wrapped her lips around my shaft.
Her gaze broke away from mine as she focused on making me feel better. So selfless. It was breaking my heart all over again.
I reached for her and tilted her chin so her eyes were back on me.
“I like when you look at me with my cock in your mouth,” I said, my words slightly slurred. I threaded my fingers through her red curls. “Your eyes. So beautiful, Sunshine. I could stare at you for the rest of my life and still not have had my fill.”
She sucked harder, my cock hitting the back of her throat with cock left to spare. I groaned softly as she continued to look up at me, so beautiful on her knees.
I ran my fingers lightly down her jaw, my heart aching at the bruises marring her porcelain skin. Someone hurt my girl. My Sunshine. Tried to take her from me. From us.
I closed my eyes for a moment as a way to collect myself. When I opened my eyes, she was still staring up at me like the perfect woman she was. I jutted my hips upward, so I was fucking her mouth gently.
She swirled her tongue over the head of my cock twice before sucking me back deep into her throat. As a groan slipped past my lips, I twisted my fingers tightly in her hair. I came hard, my body trembling from the intense pleasure she’d given me.
Once her mouth was filled with my release, she let me go. I watched as she swallowed all of me before wiping at her lips.
“Are you OK?” she whispered. “Y-Your arm a-and you’ve been gone all night.”
“No,” I rasped. “I’m not OK.”
“Enzo.” She crawled onto my lap and buried her face in my neck, kissing along my jaw before she reached my ear. “Talk to me.”
