Page 119 of When We Fall: Part Two
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I stared down at E in his hospital bed. He was so littered with bruises and injuries, I wasn’t even sure how he’d survived. While the external injuries were extensive, I knew the ones he harbored inside were worse.
He’d gone through hell.
So had Fox.
I wiped at my tears. I was so fucking torn. I needed to be with Rosalie, but Anson called Enzo and told him he’d put her down as requested. He had to leave to do damage control, though, so my brother and Jamie were watching over her. I had no fucking idea what damage control meant. I suspected that since he “owned” the underground, he had shit to handle.
Fucking useless prick.
The door opened, and Enzo stepped into the room. He looked like a fucking mess. His hair was tousled. His clothes had blood on them. His face was slack.
“Hey,” I choked out, my hand still in E’s.
“I’m headed out.”
“Where are you going?” I demanded. “E needs you?—”
“I have to find out what the fuck is going on. Everett Church wasn’t caught. I want that prick. He deserves to fucking suffer like E and Fox suffered. He deserves to fucking die too. Elijah and the guys went back. They got a few of his men. I need to talk to them.”
“Enzo…”
“Cole, don’t fucking start,” he snapped at me. “I can’t do shit for E right now. Or Fox. He’s gone. We need to try to retrieve his body.”
“Rosalie,” I choked out. “She needs us?—”
Enzo exhaled. “She’s sleeping. Colten knows to call me if she wakes. He also knows how much to drug her to keep her down. She’s fine.”
“She’s not fucking fine,” I snarled, glaring at him. “Fox is dead?—”
“I fucking know he’s dead!” he shouted at me. “I was there! I’m the one who held his fucking busted body! ME!” He pounded his chest. “I know he’s gone. I know it’s my fault.” His voice cracked.
I got up and went to him.
He fell into my arms, sobbing softly. I held him tightly.
“It’s not your fault,” I soothed, trying not to lose it too. I wanted to cry, to scream, to beg God to bring Fox back, but I couldn’t. I had to be strong. I was all we had left right now with E out and Enzo spiraling. Plus, someone had to be there for Rosalie, and it sure as fuck wouldn’t be Ass Hat.
I didn’t care that he’d helped us get E out. He said the underground had been cleared.
He fucking lied.
And now, Fox was dead because he couldn’t fucking walk through the place and check all the rooms.
Fuck Anson Beyers.
“It is. He told me. He fucking told me, and now he’s gone.” He cried softly. “Rosalie. Fuck, man. Rosalie.”
“Ask Dom if he’ll go to her,” I whispered, pulling away from him. I hated the thought of another man with my girl, but one night would be fine. “For tonight. I know it’s asking a lot, but he’s been here before. He might be able to help if she wakes and Colten and Jamie can’t handle her.”
