Page 273 of When We Fall: Part Two
I noticed all the ink and rippling muscles the prick had. Pretty motherfucker, I’d give him that.
He tried to shut the door, but I stuck my hand out.
“I want to talk,” I said.
He studied me for a moment before sighing and letting me in.
I stepped in, noting how clean the prick was. I liked that, but still hated his ass.
He nodded for me to sit on the couch, so I did. Cotton jumped onto my lap, surprising me.
“Hey, boy,” I murmured, petting his head. “I’ve missed you, buddy.” I scratched his cheeks just how he liked, listening as he purred before I looked at Anson, seated in the chair next to the couch. “Why do you have Cotton?”
“She left him here while she gets settled,” he said. “And no, you’re not taking him.”
“I wasn’t going to, dick,” I snapped at him.
“Talk, Scott. I have shit to do today.”
I turned and focused on him. “Rosalie is dating someone.”
“I’m aware,” he muttered, reaching into a side table and pulling out a cigarette. I watched as he lit it and smoked. He blew the smoke out, a cloud encircling his head.
“Cigarettes are bad for you,” I said, taking a sugar stick from my jacket pocket and handing it to him. I wanted answers, and if I had to pretend to be nice to get them, so be it.
Anson eyed it for a moment before stubbing out his cigarette and taking the sugar.
“You poison it?” He eyed the sugar.
“No, asshole, I didn’t. I’ll smoke it with you if it means I don’t have to breathe in that shit flame you just had lit.”
Anson glared at me for a moment before lighting up the sugar and taking a couple of deep drags before handing it back to me. I sucked down my share and blew out the smoke.
“So talk,” Anson said.
“Who is she dating?”
He let out a soft laugh. “I wouldn’t tell you that even if I did know.”
“So you don’t know who it is?”
He shook his head. “I don’t. Sorry. You won’t get a name for your kill list from me.”
“Well, how about a name for your kill list then. Or, how about two names?”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “I’m listening.”
I took another hit from the sugar and blew out the smoke. “Know a guy named Sylar?”
Anson shifted in his seat. “Yeah.”
“He’s the piece of shit she kissed before we broke up. She went back to his place and made out with him.”
Anson scrubbed his hand down his face. “Are you sure? Sylar isn’t… he knows how I… That doesn’t make sense.” He frowned, shaking his head before he pulled out his phone. I watched as he went through it for a moment before turning his speaker on. The phone rang for a moment before a deep voice answered.
“Took you long enough,” the guy said.
“So it’s true?” Anson demanded.
