Page 123 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Stay fucking dead, Beyers, or I’ll kill you for real.” The line disconnected. I stood, holding the phone, my body trembling.
Warm arms encircled me.
“Sit,” Bianca murmured.
I let her guide me to the bed, where I sat on the edge.
I lost it.
I cried softly, my head in my hands as Bianca kneeled in front of me. She reached out and held me through my tears.
“It’ll be OK,” she repeated over and over.
I wanted to believe her, but I was inclined to think she may be wrong.
Everything was fucked.
THIRTY-EIGHT
ENZO
I’d been waiting for almost thirty minutes now to view Fox’s body. I’d received the call this morning to identify him. I’d been covered in blood since I’d spent all night just killing motherfuckers connected to Everett Church.
Our world was torn up right now with the news that the underground had fallen. Monsters were fucking scattering like roaches.
I was rounding them up as they tried to flee.
So far, no Everett, though.
I wouldn’t stop until I found that prick. If I could get his son, then maybe it would draw him out of hiding.
Rumor had it that Dante Church was sly. Cunning. That he was a hunter, too.
Good.
That made it that much more satisfying to me when I found his ass because I was sure he had something to do with Fox’s death. You weren’t the son of the devil and were not a demon in the underworld.
I lifted my head as the door opened. I expected the medical examiner to come out to have me step inside; instead, I wasmet with Kurt, Fox’s father. He hadn’t answered any of my calls when I’d tried him.
Immediately, I stood and stared at him as he approached me.
“You killed him,” he said in a soft, shaky voice. “You murdered my boy.”
“Kurt,” I choked out. “That’s not what happened. He was taken?—”
“Go home, Lorenzo,” Kurt said. “Fucking go home before you join Fox in that room because I will fucking kill you.”
We stared one another down for a moment before I spoke.
“I know who you are,” I said.
“Good,” he snarled, stepping deeper into my space. “Then you know exactly what I’m fucking capable of.”
“Don’t threaten me, Kurt. I don’t want to fight you. I don’t. Fox was my best friend. He loved you. By default, I love you.”
Kurt stared me down. “If you love Rosalie, you’ll let her go before you end up killing her too.”
He shoved past me without a backward glance, another man meeting him at the door.
