Page 350 of When We Fall: Part Two
The saints carried Christian out, and I stared at E to see that his arm and chest had been what was cut. He was bleeding a lot, but it was the look on his face as he stared down at his son.
“E?” I called out. “He needs help. You have to save him. He’s just a baby.”
E looked at me for a moment before leaving the room. Celeste shrieked his name, begging him to come back.
“E! E! Ethan! I love you! I love you! Put it in the dumpster! We can make another one! A better one! I love you! I LOVE YOU!”
Cole hit her again, making her words falter, but not stop. She choked them out softly on repeat.
“It is not your place to punish the wicked,” Dante’s smooth voice sounded out as he stepped into the room, wearing a white mask and dressed in black.
“Ghosts,” I whispered. “Dante.”
“She wants the girl brought to her at once.”
“No.” I shook my head. “She dies here and now. I have to do it.”
“It will cost you.”
“So be it,” I said fiercely.
He inclined his head at me and stepped back. “So be it.”
The door closed behind him.
“Let me,” Cole choked out. “Let me do it.”
“Together,” I said, my voice trembling, handing him the knife she’d dropped.
He took it and stared down at her as I held her to the ground.
“I have hated you every fucking moment since the first moment,” Cole hissed out, making the first cut. She screamed as her blood oozed out. “You are the reason I lost my Rosebud.” Another cut. “The reason E hurts so much.” Another cut. Another scream. “The reason why Fox is dead.” He stabbed deep into her abdomen, making her scream louder as he twisted the blade. “Fuck you, bitch.”
He released the blade protruding from her guts, and I pulled it out. Her blood rushed from her body as she stared up at me, her eyes filled with fear.
“I never loved you,” I whispered. “I killed your father on our wedding night.”
“D-Daddy,” she rasped.
“And now I’m going to kill you. You were so fucking stupid to think I’d ever want you when I had Rosalie.”
Her eyes wavered as she stared up at me.
“Rest in hell, Celeste. We’ll finish this when I get there.” I plunged the knife deep into her throat, cutting off her words.
Words I didn’t give a fuck to hear.
And then I wept.
Cole pulled me against his body, holding me tightly. “It’s over, Enzo. It’s fucking finished. We’re at the top, brother. We fucking made it. We’re here.”
“We’re here,” I choked out, relief flooding through me. I was free from the nightmare of a marriage I didn’t want. I had it all. Money. Fame. Respect. Fear. Endless power. I had everything except one thing.
My Sunshine.
This world wasn’t safe enough for her, but it would be soon.
I was only getting started.
