Page 77 of When We Fall: Part Two
I knocked lightly on the door before opening it, not waiting for an answer.
“Rosalie,” Cole said, getting to his feet and rushing at me as I took an unsteady step into the room to see it was filled with men, listening to whatever Enzo was telling them. I recognized the four new guys Enzo had hired. Elijah, Christian, Dmitri, and Memphis. His other men, whom he kept close, were there too.
Even the kings were there.
“Baby, what are you doing out of bed? What’s wrong?” Cole’s blue eyes raked over my face, concern in them.
“Enzo,” I whimpered.
“Enzo,” Cole shouted.
Enzo moved toward me.
“Leave us,” I whispered to Cole. “Please. I need him.”
Cole hesitated for a moment before he went back to everyone to continue their discussion. I knew the men in the room were trying to ignore me, but I could tell they were also paying attention.
“You need to be resting,” Enzo said gently. “Cole will take you upstairs?—”
“Enzo, please,” I choked out. “I want to know what’s going on.”
“I’m working on things,” Enzo replied. “We haven’t found anything yet, OK? When we do, I’ll make sure you know?—”
“I’m scared. Please. I-I need you. You haven’t come to see me?—”
“Because I’m fucking working!” he shouted at me.
I jumped at his sudden outburst. My bottom lip wobbled as he closed his eyes and blew out a breath. I knew everyone was uncomfortable having heard him yell. The room had fallen silent before Vincent cleared his throat and said something to draw everyone back.
“Rosalie, I need to work, OK? We won’t find the guys if we aren’t working.”
“I know. I understand,” I said, my voice wobbling. “I just miss you too, and I’m so s-scared?—”
“Go upstairs,” Enzo said firmly, his face slack. “I’ll come see you tonight. Just let me do this, OK?”
I nodded.
“I’ll take her if you don’t mind.” Dominic stepped up. “I’ll talk to her.”
Enzo studied him for a moment before nodding. “Thanks.”
Enzo didn’t say another word to me. He simply returned to everyone else, leaving me staring up at Dominic De Santis.
“Come,” Dominic murmured, taking me by the elbow. I let him steer me out of the office.
I was shaking, my body weak. My eyes prickled with unshed tears. I stumbled and cried out, but Dominic caught me.
“Here,” he said, lifting me easily into his arms. I stiffened in his hold as he ascended the stairs quickly without any effort.
“Which room?” he asked.
I pointed to my bedroom, and he brought me inside before placing me back into bed. He tucked me in without a word before leaving me to my troubled thoughts.
If I thought that was the end of it, I was wrong because he returned a few minutes later with a baked potato, a piece of chicken, and a glass of apple juice. He placed the items on my bedside table.
“How is your wound?” he asked.
“It’s OK,” I said softly. “I hurt.”
