Page 268 of When We Fall: Part Two
“She’s seeing someone,” he said.
I froze. Even Enzo tensed.
“What?” I croaked. “How do you know? Who was it?”
E shook his head. “She was getting coffee. I sat with her. She was alone, but she-she had a hickey on her neck.”
Fury rolled through my body at his words. I stood and began pacing, a desire to find out who this prick was and kill him. Fucking tear him to pieces. Bury him where no one would find his body.
“He’s older than her, she said, and he works in finance,” E continued, his voice wobbling. “S-She looked so pretty. And happy. She was happy. I know she was. I-It was on her face when she talked about him.”
I swore loudly, kicking the chair.
“It’s a rebound,” Enzo said. “That’s it. It doesn’t matter. It won’t last.”
“Do you fucking hear yourself right now?” I demanded. “She is happy. She is seeing someone. Clearly, he’s fucking her. He’s fucking our girl! You fucking promised, Enzo. You said this shit wouldn’t happen! You said we’d get her back! I put my faith inyou, man! Like always! What the fuck are we supposed to do now? Huh?”
“Let it ride. It’ll work out,” Enzo murmured, his hands trembling as he tightened them into fists and released them.
“I want to know who this guy is,” I spat. “Don’t fucking tell me no, either.”
When Enzo didn’t say anything, I pulled out my phone and got Elijah on the line.
“Boss,” he greeted me.
“I want to know who Rosalie is seeing. I want a fucking name.”
“On it.” The phone disconnected, and I looked at Enzo. “I’ll kill him.”
“I know,” was all he said.
Good. We were on the same fucking page.
EIGHTY-TWO
ANSON
Iwatched while Klaus sank the striped ball as he shot pool, Alessio shaking his head irritably.
Drake chuckled and sipped his drink. Matteo watched from his seat at the bar in his den, his eyes trained on Klaus.
“If I sucked as much as you, I’d never play again,” Klaus quipped.
Alessio grumbled and called him a name in Italian, which only made Klaus laugh.
Drake raised his brows at that and shot a look over at me.
Klaus never laughed or joked around. In fact, every day this week, Klaus was seemingly happy. He was whistling and smiling a hell of a lot for a natural born killer.
He finished off the game, beating Alessio. I watched him put the pool cue up before going and grabbing a drink.
“Who is the woman?” Matteo asked as Klaus drank.
“Klaus does not date,” Alessio said, nodding for Drake to play. Drake stood and grabbed a pool stick as Alessio gathered the balls again. “He fucks them and walks away.”
“Who is the woman?” Matteo repeated as Klaus drained his glass and poured another drink.
“How do you know it’s a woman?” I asked. “Maybe he just had fun kicking Alessio’s ass.”
