Page 125 of When We Fall: Part Two
I sighed. “Fine. Let’s keep our distance. We don’t need a war with Matteo De Santis right now. If you fuck with Anson, you know we’d get one. Kurt already told me he was keen on the idea of killing me.” I swallowed hard at the memory of his words. They cut me deep.
Murderer.
He wasn’t wrong. I blamed myself for Fox and E. It was truly killing me. I was barely holding it together. All my mind could do was focus on killing.
I wasn’t myself.
“Boss, where to?” Christian called out.
“Hospital,” I said, sighing.
“Go home,” Cole called out, his voice sad and quaking. “Go to Rosebud, Enzo. She’s alone with Colten and Jamie. She needsone of us. I’m staying with E right now. It makes sense that you go.”
“I-I can’t,” I whispered.
“Go,” he pleaded softly. “She needs you right now. Fuck, man. The thought of her hurting… please. Go to her.”
I closed my eyes, my heart shattering all over again. I breathed out. Cole was right.
“Christian, take me home.”
THIRTY-NINE
ROSALIE
“Fox. FOX!” I cried out, snapping my eyes open, my sheets tangled around me. It had been four days.
Four long, terrible days.
I barely saw Cole and Enzo. Enzo had been with me the day after it happened, but I hadn’t seen him since. Cole, I saw yesterday.
It was Jamie and Colten who took care of me.
I was sure Colten was putting meds into my water because it tasted funny. Whenever I drank, I’d feel numb and sleepy before I could scream or cry.
That meant Cole or Enzo, maybe both, had left him instructions to do it. I was sure Dominic had been in and out, but my head was foggy and I wasn’t sure what was a dream and what wasn’t anymore.
And no Anson. Nothing. Radio silence.
My heart hurt. So fucking much.
I rolled out of bed and fell to the floor with a loud thump, my guts churning. I’d barely eaten, but that didn’t stop the nausea.
I managed to get to my feet and stumble into the bathroom, where I fell to my knees and threw up into the toilet. Very littlecame up, so my body went through the motions until I was weak and shaky. I flushed the toilet, my hands trembling.
I’d been throwing up a lot since Fox left me.
I grabbed one of the bottles of water that were now kept by the toilet and rinsed my mouth before resting my head on the toilet seat, my tears slipping from my eyes.
I must have fallen asleep that way because I woke to being lifted into strong arms.
I cracked my eyelids open to see Dominic carrying me.
“Dominic,” I whispered.
“Shh,” he answered gently, taking me back to bed. “You’re not well.”
He didn’t need to tell me. I knew I wasn’t.
