Page 153 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Really?” I released his hand.
He nodded. “Yeah. She’ll have good days and she’ll have bad days. Just be there for her during both.”
I looked over to the table where she sat, still picking at her fries. Colten was now sitting beside her while Vin spoke.
“Shit’s fucked, Dom. Really fucked,” I confessed.
He studied me, not saying a word.
I needed someone to talk to, so fuck it.
“I think Enzo is going to walk away from her. E… I think he will too. He’s not himself anymore. Can’t even touch him.” My voice hitched. “I’m scared, man. Terrified. I-I don’t want to lose her. She’s everything to me.”
“She loves you,” Dom said. “I don’t think you’ll be able to get rid of her. She won’t just walk on you guys. She’s like my wasp. She’s in for the long haul.”
“I hope so.”
He clapped me on the back. “Come on. Have a burger. A beer. Relax as much as you can. Enjoy the time you have.”
He was right.
“I’m sorry I came busting in here tonight,” I said.
He waved me off. “I’d have done the same. We expected you.”
We walked back to the table, and Colten moved so I could slide in next to Rosalie.
“Hey,” I said, kissing her temple.
Her green eyes skirted over me. “Are you OK?”
“I’m fine, baby. Eat, OK?”
She studied me for a moment before she went back to poking at her fries, her bites tiny, but at least she was trying.
And because she was trying, I’d keep trying too.
FORTY-EIGHT
ENZO
Aweek after Cole went to Rosalie at the bar with the kings, I sat in the office, staring down at the coin I’d found on Fox. I had no idea where he got it or what it meant.
It was eating at me.
A soft knock sounded out on my door.
“Come in,” I called out.
Emilio stepped into the room and came straight to where I was sitting in my leather chair.
“You wanted to see me?” he asked gruffly. He looked like hell. His dark hair was disheveled, and there were black circles under his eyes. I knew he’d been working nonstop. He wanted to take out the fuckers who ruined our lives as much as I did. I didn’t bother him. I knew Emilio. If he was working, then so be it. I knew what it was like to need to release the anger. I’d been doing it a lot lately on anyone suspicious.
I gestured to the couch. He took a seat and stared at me with tired eyes, waiting for me to speak.
“How have you been?” I asked.
“Awful,” he answered, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “But I’m sure you know how that is.”
