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“You’ve been hanging out with Drake? Come on.” Enzo nodded to his office.

I ground my teeth but followed him, Fox and Cole behind us. When we were inside, I took a seat on the sofa and stared at him as he sat in his chair.

“What’s going on with Matteo taking Bianca?” Enzo asked. “We received a call from Dom, who told us that Matteo had bargained for her, and she went. That this entire fold bullshit with Levin was just a fucking farce to get Bianca, and that Drake betrayed the kings. They’re out for blood.”

“I don’t know shit about it,” I said. “Matteo doesn’t tell me anything about the inner workings.”

“Liar.” Cole glared at me. “You’re working with Drake. You just said yourself you’ve been with him enough to smoke through his stash. What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” I snapped.

Cole pulled his gun out and pointed it at my head. “Speak, motherfucker.”

“Cole, I swear if you don’t put that fucking gun away, I’m going to shove it so far up your ass your fucking grandma will feel it,” I snarled at him.

Cole let out a laugh and stepped in front of me. He pressed the barrel to the center of my forehead and glared down at me.

“Cole, enough,” Fox shouted.

Enzo said nothing, simply watching the scene unfold.

I was over this shit. The misery and ache were too much. I didn’t even fucking care anymore.

“You know what? Fucking do it. Pull the trigger, Cole. I don’t give a fuck anymore! Do it! You want me dead so fucking much,then don’t be a fucking pussy. PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER!” I shouted at him, grabbing his hand around the gun and pressing my head harder against the barrel. “Kill me. Put me out of my fucking misery. If you don’t, I might be a big fucking problem for you someday. Do it. Fucking do it!”

“I hate you more than I’ve ever hated anyone in my entire life,” Cole snarled at me softly. “I have prayed for your death since the moment you walked into our lives.”

“Then kill me,” I whispered. “Do it already.”

We stared at one another, no one in the room moving an inch. Cole’s hand shook as he continued to hold the gun to my head.

“Ihateyou,” he choked out, his bottom lip trembling. “I fuckinghateyou. You deserve to die.”

“So do you,” I whispered. “If I deserve to die, then bring Death to me. Pull the trigger. Make me go away.”

“Cole, put the gun down,” Fox said gently. “This will hurt Rosie. Don’t hurt her.Please.I’m begging you, man. Walk away.”

Cole didn’t move, aside from the shaking in his hand. I closed my eyes and breathed out, waiting for him to make my pain go away.

The door to the office opened.

“Cole?” Rosalie called out, her voice trembling. I heard her rush toward us and opened my eyes. “What are you doing? What’s happening?”

Fox grabbed Rosalie and pulled her away. She fought him, trying to get to us.

Fox let out a groan as Rosalie elbowed him in the gut before driving her heel onto the top of his foot. Enzo finally tried to help, but he wasn’t fast enough.

“Rosalie, NO!” I shouted.

She didn’t hesitate. She rushed forward and tackled Cole. The surprising hit sent him off-kilter. The gun went off, the bullet whizzing just past my head, narrowly missing me.

Cole fell to the ground, Rosalie on top of him. She pummeled him with her fists, screaming obscenities at him as she sobbed.

I stumbled to my feet, my ears ringing. The door to the office banged open, and Enzo’s men rushed in with E, guns raised.

Fox groaned, rubbing his foot as Cole and Rosalie fought on the ground.

“You good?” Enzo asked, taking me by the shoulders and giving me a quick shake. “Anson? You OK?”