Page 2 of When We Fall: Part One
Cole frowned. “OK. Well, let’s see if you’re right. What do we need to do?”
“I’ve already done it. Anson.”
“Anson? Fuck that piece of shit?—”
“Listen,” I snarled at him. He snapped his mouth closed and glared at me. “He’s working on it. He has loads of connections throughout the Underground. He’s the fucking Archangel. He knows shit, and if he doesn’t, he knows where to go to find it out.”
“And he’s just agreed to nose around for you?” Cole scoffed, a sour look on his face.
“I had to do a little bartering.”
Cole narrowed his eyes at me. “What the fuck did you barter?”
“I’ll tell you, but if you freak the fuck out on me, I’ll punch you in the face to shut you up.”
“Enzo, what the fuck did you do?”
I hesitated for a beat because I knew exactly how Cole felt and how he’d react.
“I told him if he got me the information, I’d consider letting himin.”
Cole’s face darkened with rage, but much to his credit, he didn’t lose it. Instead, he closed his eyes for a brief moment to compose himself.
When he opened his blue eyes, his words were soft and fierce.
“Never fucking happening.Do you hear me? I don’t give a fuck if he builds a stairway to heaven and goes there himself and brings her back. I willneveragree to him joining us?—”
“He’s willing to hand everything over to Dominic. We need that. An alliance could make things very good for all of us. So if we have to eat shit, we’ll eat it.” I hissed at him. “Rosalie may not even agree to it. So keep that faith. I’m sure he’ll fuck it up and nullify the entire agreement.”
“You better fucking hope he does because I’ll kill him before I let him join us.” Cole backed away from me. “That’s a promise.”
He turned, walked back to Fox, and sat down with a pissed-off look.
I sighed and looked out the window again.
I hated this shit, too, but a deal was a deal.
But every deal had a loophole.
And as always, I’d find and exploit it.
TWO
ROSALIE
“Damnit.” I tugged at my curls, frustration coursing through me. I couldn’t hit the notes. It didn’t matter what I did. It wasn’t working.
“You’re stressed.” Anson glanced at me from his spot at the piano. “You usually do great?—”
“Ani,” I warned, sighing and going to sit next to him at the piano. “I think we need to change keys. I can’t do it.”
“You can.” He played the music on the piano, his fingers flying quickly over the keys. I watched, mesmerized by him. There wasn’t an instrument he couldn’t play. He had an ear for music and could turn anything he heard into a masterpiece. I liked to joke with him and tell him he was Mozart reincarnated. He’d laugh and bump my shoulder with his before continuing with whatever song he was working on.
I listened as he slowed to hit the accompanying high notes. His voice sounded out, perfectly in tune with the music. The note faded, and he looked over at me.
“If I can do it, so can you.”
“You took it down an octave,” I muttered.
