Page 70 of When We Fall: Part Two
“If they’re here, they’re already dead,” Anson snarled back at me. “If we fucking stay, we’ll join them.”
I glared at him, hating his words. My heart was shattering, but he was right. I knew he was.
“Enzo, come on,” I said, grabbing his arm, but he tugged away from me.
I watched in horror as he crawled across the bloody ballroom floor to his mother’s dead body and pressed his lips to her forehead.
“Fuck,” Anson growled, popping his head out to take out a guy headed for Enzo.
I took the opportunity to go to Enzo.
He fought me as I dragged him away from his mom, the gunfire whizzing past us as Anson and I shot, Enzo struggling in my hold.
If ever was a time to shoot fucking Ass Hat in the face and blame it on someone else, now was that time.
I focused on getting us out of there, though.
When we reached the back door, I kicked it open and hauled Enzo out. He’d lost his fight and was now just shell-shocked, like he’d completely fucking checked out on us.
I tossed his keys to the Escalade to Anson, who rushed over to it and got inside. Moments later, he pulled up next to us as I shot two masked men coming out of the back door.
I managed to pile Enzo into the backseat with me before Anson squealed out of the parking lot.
“My parents are dead,” Enzo said, his voice shaking. “My parents…”
I winced. “Enzo. Man…”
“They’re dead,” he whispered, tears rolling down his face. “And my Sunshine. Fox. E. Fuck. Fuck.” He rocked in his seat before he tugged at his hair. “I promised to keep them safe. I failed. I don’t understand. I did everything…”
I caught Anson checking on him in the rearview mirror. I hated that the prick was here for this meltdown. Enzo neverfucking swayed, but here he was, my best friend fucking breaking to pieces.
I was barely holding it together.
“Was Rosalie with Jamie?” I called out to Ass Hat.
“I found Rosalie in a puddle of her blood in the middle of the floor. Alone.”
I swallowed hard at his harsh words, my guts twisting.
“Fuck you, man,” I snapped at him. “Not now.”
He glared at me through the rearview mirror before pulling the Escalade into the emergency room lot. He took the keys out and threw them at me before vacating, leaving me alone with Enzo.
I watched Anson run across the parking lot and into the hospital.
I really fucking hated him and regretted not shooting him when I had the chance.
“Rosalie,” Enzo whispered, opening the door. “I have to… my girl.”
I helped him out, my arm around his waist as I tried to steer him into the hospital.
“You’re bleeding. You’re fucking shot, Enzo.”
“I-I know. My leg. My-My arm. It’s fine. Just a graze.”
I helped him inside, knowing it was a bit more than a graze. There was too much fucking blood for a graze.
“I need help,” I shouted. “He’s shot.”
