Page 113 of When We Fall: Part Two
“We’ll call when we know something,” I said gruffly. “Until then, eat something.”
“I love you, Enzo,” she said, crying softly. “Please… tell me you love me too.”
“We’ll talk later.” I ground my teeth, hating hearing her soft sobs.
“Enzo loves you,” Cole said gently, his voice shaking. “We’ll see you tonight, OK? I’ll be in touch.”
“Please be careful. Please. Bring Foxy and E home. I want my family together.”
“I will, Rosebud. Go on. Take a bubble bath and wait for Foxy, OK? He’ll be with you soon.”
“OK,” she choked out before the line went dead.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Cole demanded in a deadly snarl. “She’s hurting too. She needs you?—”
“The last fucking thing she needs is me,” I said, the words killing me. I wanted Rosalie like I wanted my next breath. Like I wanted Fox and E back. But this shit… I couldn’t get past it. There was no way.
“She loves you. Don’t you love her?” Cole stared at me, his eyes glassy.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I muttered. “Keep your head in the game right now. That’s what matters. Everything else we can talk about later.”
Cole grunted but didn’t say a word.
Moments later, I was whipping the Escalade into Everett’s drive and storming out with my men.
I kicked in his front door and moved forward, the sounds of gunfire coming from below.
I barked out commands to my men and surged forward, my guns out.
“Everett Church is to be captured alive!” I shouted. “I want that motherfucker. I want his fucking son too.”
And that was that. We descended to the lower levels, noting that the place seemed like it had already been fucked. Blood was on the walls. Bodies littered the hallways.
Clearly, Anson must have gotten here first, but I hadn’t seen his car in the drive.
I prayed he was here. For the first time, I had a surge of needing him.
Every room Cole and I cleared had already been handled, so we continued to make our way lower and lower into the nightmare of the underground. I’d only ever heard stories about this place, but from all I witnessed, from the chains hanging from ceilings and different torture contraptions, it was plain to see the punishments here were the real deal.
My heart rate kicked up the deeper we went, shooting strays along the way. Fear continued to bubble up within me as we made our way lower.
“I’ll check this floor. You go lower with some men.” I nodded to some of the men behind us. Elijah and his saints stuck close. I admired they’re loyalty. They truly were ride or die, but I knew why. They wanted their girl back, and being under my protection would likely ensure it.
Cole paused for a moment, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Enzo, man, be careful. It’s too quiet here,” he said.
“Find Fox and E. I’ll look on this level. Call me if you find them. I’ll do the same.”
He nodded, his eyes locked on mine.
“I love you,” he said thickly.
“I love you, too,” I answered.
He hesitated for another moment before gathering men to go with him.
I continued, checking more rooms and freeing whatever prisoners were inside them. I had no idea who the monsters were in those rooms. They could have been innocents. They could have been demons. I simply didn’t know or care. I had one goal in mind. Get the guys. That was it. Fuck everything else.
