Page 197 of When We Fall: Part One
I nodded as I stared at them.
“Oh, baby. You know what I want,” Enzo said, winding his arms around her midsection as she flipped a pancake. Her soft laughter did something to me. Not long ago, I was worried she’d not recover after the shit in the alley, but here she was, still smiling. I thanked God every fucking day for that.
Enzo and Rosalie had argued this morning. I’d heard them in the bathroom. It seemed they’d at least made up, so there was that. While I wanted to step in and make them stop, I let it happen. I knew she was unhappy, and maybe a big part of me hoped she’d get so far under Enzo’s skin with it that he’d back off from this life.
Not that I hated our life. We ruled this city, but I hated that she was afraid and had been hurt. I hated it so much that I was nearly ready to put her back into my car and squirrel her away from it all.
Breakfast was phenomenal,but now it was time for business again. We all sat in the living room, Rosalie at my side. Everyone had gathered except the kings. I assumed they’d be along shortly if they hadn’t killed one another upstairs.
Footfalls on the stairs had my attention as everyone chatted around us.
Bianca stormed into the room, looking like a fucking hurricane. The kings were at her back. I thought we might be under attack, but the moment Drake rose to his feet, she was on him.
“Wasp!” Dominic called out.
The room was silent as Bianca reared back and plowed Drake square in the face with her fist.
“Oh, fuck,” I said, sucking in a breath. Rosalie gripped my hand, gasping as everyone shifted.
Drake’s head snapped to the side before Bianca brought her knee up and nailed him straight in the groin. A collected gasp sounded out in the room.
“Fuck,” Drake rasped. He fell to his knees, his hand on his boys.
If I thought Bianca would stop, I was wrong. She reached out, fisted his hair, and pulled his head back. Blood rushed from his nose.
“You son of a bitch,” Bianca snarled at him. “I trusted you.”
Drake stared up at her, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“You fucking shot me! I’m pregnant, you fucking asshole!” she continued.
“I-I didn’t really s-shoot you. It w-was to protect you. Fuck.”
Bianca gave his head a firm shake.
“B? Baby?” Vincent called out softly. “Hey. Let Drake go.”
Bianca blinked as if coming out of a daze and looked around at us, all staring dumbfounded at her. At some point, I’d gotten to my feet with Fox, Enzo, and E, wondering if we’d have to intervene.
Trent stepped toward Bianca. She released Drake’s hair, and he crumpled to the floor in a heap, groaning as he held his boys and rolled a bit.
“Hey, easy there, little monster—” Trent started, his hands up.
Bianca reared back and clocked him in the face, too. He stumbled back, his nose bleeding. She stepped forward, ready to fight more, but Fallon had the sense to grab her and pull her against him.
“Princess, easy. That’s enough. The babies,” he murmured as he held her.
She turned in his arms and buried her face in his chest. He let out a sigh and tightened his hold on her.
“It’s OK.” He continued to soothe her as he rubbed his hand up and down her back. “It’s over. You made your point.”
“Fuck, she has a right hook on her,” Trent muttered, wiping at his bloody nose.
“Fucking let her go.” Bianca was ripped away from Fallon by Dominic. “You don’t fucking touch her.”
“She wanted me!” Fallon shouted back. “Don’t tell her what to do!”
“I’m not. I’m tellingyouwhat the fuck to do!” Dominic snapped.
