Page 19 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Are you sure you don’t want me to do anything?” I asked.
“Yes. We’ll hold off for now.” He went quiet again. “Enzo, if Anson does hear anything…”
“I know,” I replied. “I’ll make sure you know it first.”
“Thank you,” he said thickly. “This shit is killing us. We miss her, man. She’s the fucking air I breathe. And my kids…Fuck.”
“You guys are welcome to come here and hang out with us. Take your mind off things,” I offered.
“Yeah, maybe.” He sighed. “We’ve gotten nothing but dead ends on Hail and Tate. Those fucking cunts are like roaches.”
“We’ve not heard anything either.” I rubbed my eyes. “We have feelers out there. It’s like you said. Dead ends. They do their jobs a little too well.”
“Any news on the prick who tried taking Rosalie?”
“Nothing.” I blew out a breath. “More dead ends.”
“They’ll talk. Eventually, they all fucking talk. It’s the waiting that’s the hardest part.”
I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. He was right, and it was what I kept telling myself.
We talked a little more, and he seemed to have calmed down by the end of the call. I felt satisfied he wasn’t going to do anything stupid or extreme, which was good, because Dominic De Santis could really lose his shit when things got too bad. We’d seen that when he’d tried to kill himself after he thought Bianca was dead.
I sat in silence for a long time before deciding to go upstairs to see Rosalie. I knocked softly on her door and found her room empty, but I could hear her shower going.
I undressed and got into the shower with her.
“Hey, Sunshine,” I greeted her softly. “How are you feeling?”
She relaxed against me. “Sad.”
“Why sad?” I kissed her collarbone.
“My dad. Yesterday sucked.”
“Do you want to talk about it? I’ll listen.”
She turned in my arms and stared up at me, a sheen of tears in her eyes. “No. I’m not ready yet. I talked to him on the phone this morning. He’s gone home.”
“OK.” I wiped her tears away. “You know I’ll listen when you’re ready. Just come to me. I worry about you. I don’t like it when you’re sad.”
She stared at me for a moment before going up on her tiptoes and crushing her lips against mine. I let her take the lead, her tongue sliding along mine as she tangled her fingers in my hair.
After a few minutes of her exploring my body, I couldn’t take it anymore and lifted her. She immediately wrapped her legs around my waist, and I guided myself into her pussy.
She moaned softly against my lips as I made love to her beneath the warm spray of water.
“I love you, Sunshine,” I rasped against her lips. “My girl. My everything. I fucking hate to see you sad. I hate that I’m the center of it all. Fuck, baby.” I rutted into her body amid her soft moans, kisses, and her desperate hands all over me as she tried to tug me harder against her.
“I’ll make things better. I’ll fix everything. I promise,” I said, kissing her again. “Fuck, I want to give you the world. You’re the fucking bright spot in the dark for me.”
She came with a soft cry, her pussy milking my cock until I was unloading deep inside her.
I slowed to a stop, holding her in my arms, my dick still impaled deep inside her.
“It’ll get better,” I whispered. “Everything will someday. I promise we’ll get there. Believe me?” I pulled away and stared down at her pretty face.
“I believe you.”
