Page 202 of When We Fall: Part One
“He seriously wants me dead? My fath-brother?”
“Sorry, man,” Drake said. “He’s working on it. Wants it to look like an accident. Or overdose. Or. . . suicide.” Drake winced.
Dom let out a snarl. Before I could stop him, he stormed from the room and slammed the door behind him.
We sat in silence, listening as his footfalls fell away.
“That went well,” Anson finally muttered.
“Could have been worse,” I said, knowing damn well it could have been. Of course, the day wasn’t over, so that didn’t mean shit.
“So what now?” Trent looked at each of us. “Should we go after him?”
“The last thing you should do is follow him,” Drake muttered. “Let him cool off.”
“He has a lot to think about,” I said. I sighed, knowing Dom really needed some time to come to terms with everything. “A lot of decisions to make.”
But hell, we all had decisions to make. I just hoped they would lead us to a place we could deal with because the latter was terrifying.
SIXTY-TWO
FOX
The next few days were quiet. The kings weren’t fighting, for which I was grateful. We had enough of that shit in our house as it was. We agreed to let them have time to themselves. They all had a lot to deal with, and Enzo told us Dom knew his father wasn’t his father. I had no idea how Enzo got into all this, but some information was dangerous. I looked at him, but he only sighed and shook his head. He knew I didn’t want to be involved in this shit. I didn’t think any of us should get involved in it.
But here we fucking were.
I was still on edge about Rosalie. I meant every fucking word I said. Everything that happened to her only solidified my decision to push the button on the coin Matteo gave me.
“Are you OK?” Rosalie murmured as she slid onto my lap as I stared out my bedroom window. I’d come home from classes, showered, and just sat thinking about everything. Life. Death. Love. Pain. I felt like I was losing myself.
I hugged her to me. “I’m fine, baby.”
“You’ve been so quiet lately,” she murmured. “Do you want to talk?”
I sighed and stared out the window for a long time before I answered her. “I love you, Rosie. So fucking much. I’ve been thinking lately about how much I’ve failed you.”
“You’ve never failed me?—”
I pressed my finger to her soft lips. “I have. Juliet. Ian. The fucking alley. Leaving you all those years ago when we needed one another the most. All of it was fucked. I have all these regrets and don’t want to have more.”
“What can I do?” she whispered. “I’ve never felt like you’ve failed me. Please don’t ever think you did. All that stuff is in the past. It doesn’t matter. What matters now is that we’re together. Right?”
I looked into her pretty green eyes, drinking in how fucking beautiful and perfect she was.
“I’m sad, Rosie. I am,” I admitted softly.
Her lips parted as she stared at me. “Foxy?—”
I took her hand in mine and kissed her knuckles. “I have terrible thoughts that I can’t stop. I-I don’t want to do this anymore.”
“What does that mean?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“Just between us, baby?”
“Yes,” she agreed, her eyes glassy. I knew she was going to cry on me. Fuck, I didn’t want her to cry, but I needed to tell her. Holding all this shit in was killing me.
“I want to die,” I said, my voice thick. “When we go out, I always hope I finally do.”
