Page 87 of When We Fall: Part Two
She was a smart girl. Beautiful. Cunning. Fuck, was she cunning. I honestly wouldn’t put it past her to ensnare me like a spider, then end my life right along with my father’s.
I’d been trying to warm her up to Matteo, but she wasn’t having it. It was a work in progress.
“I swear to everything I am, Anson, if you fuck her, I’ll slit your throat in your sleep and watch you bleed out. Don’t fucking touch my girl,” Drake snarled at me.
I scoffed and didn’t say anything to him. I didn’t give a fuck about anything past finding Fox and E and making sure Rosalie was OK. I knew she needed me right now, but I was working my ass off from afar day and night to try to find the guys. I couldn’t be with her because there was no buffer there now. It was all Cole and Enzo. They’d kill me. It was bad enough that Cole had me thrown out of the hospital. I had to learn about her status through a phone call Ryder placed under the guise of being her brother.
I was beyond pissed.
She wasn’t answering my texts or calls either.
So I worked.
“I could go fuck your girl and see how you fucking like it?—”
I slammed on the brakes, jerking him forward in his seat. His seatbelt caught, making him let out a gasp.
Without a word, I planted my fist in his face three times. His blood spurted out all over his shirt and hands as he tried to stop the flow.
“What the fuck?” he shouted at me.
I fisted his hair and slapped him across the face.
“Listen to me, motherfucker. You put one fucking toe too close to my woman, and I’ll break your cock off and fuck you with it. You feeling me?”
“You’re fucking nuts,” he shoved at me, but I slapped his face again.
“I’m saving Bianca’s life. The least you could fucking do is thank me, not be a pissed off cocksucker over it.” I released him and dragged my fingers through my hair, so fucking frustrated I wanted to hit something some more.
“Are you fucking Bianca?” Drake asked softly, wiping at the trickle of blood coming out of his nose.
“No.” I sighed and drove again. “I’m not.”
“Are you really going to marry her?”
“Yes, I am.”
“What about Rosalie?”
“I don’t know,” I muttered. “Shit’s really fucked right now. My main concern is finding Fox and E. After that, I have no idea. So stop being a dick vein about this shit. I’m stressed out enough without having to deal with your snake ass.”
“My snake ass?” He gave me a sour laugh. “Fuck you,Alessandro. You’re the one trying to work every angle. You’re out here being Matteo’s heir, taking Dom’s kingdom,ourgirl, and you’re calling me the fucking snake?”
“And what have you been doing? You’re lying next to me in the same fucking bed, prick.”
He didn’t say anything as he looked out the window. When he finally did, his voice was soft.
“I was trying to save the ones I loved, too, when I did what I did. I’d die for any of them.”
“Keep your shit up and you might,” I muttered. “Dom and the kings want you dead.”
“They want you dead, too.”
I sighed. “I’m aware. Dominic hasn’t ordered a hit yet that I’m aware of, so silver linings and all that.” I paused before deciding to be honest with him. “I’m meeting Dom tonight.”
“What? Are you fucking kidding me? Does Matteo know?”
“No,” I said. “What I do in my spare time isn’t his business, so if you make it his business, I’m going to punch you in your pretty fucking face again.”
