Page 151 of When We Fall: Part Two
A fucking bar.
I ground my teeth and got up. There was no way in hell I was going to sit around at home while my girl was hanging out with a bunch of other dudes at a bar.
Not fucking happening.
I went downstairs, expecting to find Enzo guarding the door, but he wasn’t there. Assuming he was in the office, I went through the living room only to come face-to-face with Colten standing outside near the door.
“What are you doing?” I asked, eyeing him.
“Smoking,” he muttered, putting out a cigarette.
“When did you start that shit?”
“Only do it when I’m stressed.”
I sighed. “I get it.”
“Where are you going?”
“Out,” I mumbled, moving past him to go to my car parked in the driveway.
If I thought he wouldn’t follow me, I was wrong. He walked to the passenger side of my car and got in.
“I need to get the fuck out of here too,” he said, sliding onto the passenger seat.
I closed myself in, started the engine, and then pulled out of the driveway. I knew Colten was going through some shit with his girl. Clara. I hated that bitch, but Colten was intent on marrying her shady ass. I knew our parents were forcing it on him, and Colten was a man of tradition. He reminded me of Enzo in a lot of ways.
“I appreciate you hanging around. You don’t have to, but I do appreciate it. It’s helped us so much,” I said, turning onto the main road.
“You’re my brother, and Fox was my friend, too. Of course I’d stick around,” he replied.
“I’m sorry we keep leaving you to deal with Rosalie and E.”
“It’s fine.” He waved me off. “Neither come out of their rooms, nor do they want anything to do with anyone. Dominic is here enough anyway that he takes a lot of it.”
I nodded tightly.
“That’s where we’re going, huh?” he continued.
“I don’t like her being away from home. The timing is shit.”
“It might help her,” he said.
“I’ll help her,” I muttered.
“When was the last time you did?” he asked gently.
I swallowed at the question. “Too long. I don’t know how to do any of this shit. I’m better at the violence than the comforting.” I was quiet for a moment as I drove. “I haven’t fuck her in weeks. I don’t think I’ve ever gone without pussy for so long. I think it’s making me insane.”
“Well, don’t pressure her on it. She likely will need a lot of time. She’s grieving.”
I grunted. I knew that. The last thing I wanted to do was make things worse in that respect.
“And it’s probably a good idea to go easy on her tonight,” he continued in that big brother knows best voice he used.
I ground my teeth. “It’s hard.”
He chuckled. “I know, brother. You always were a fucking nut job.”
