Page 196 of When We Fall: Part Two
“I-I need to go. Let’s get you back to your room.” I stood, and she didn’t question me. We’d grown close over the last few weeks. She never questioned me. It was a mutual trust we had for one another.
I led her back to her room. She used to fight me on it, but now she went easily because I always promised to come back and get her out. I hated that Matteo kept her locked up, but I also knew she’d likely go into the kitchens, grab a knife, and gut him while he slept if he let her roam freely.
Once we were married, I’d be able to bring her out of the estate and back to my place. I wasn’t even sure how it would all go down, but I’d been planning on turning my second bedroom into a nursery for the babies at the very least until we got shit sorted. I’d been bombarded with wedding details. It wasn’t my thing. Matteo wanted a lavish affair. Likely to show the world his heir has married.
I didn’t care about wedding stuff. Biance didn’t seem to either, so we just told the planner to do whatever. I had no idea where the wedding was even taking place, just that it was.
I went out to my car and started the engine. I peeled out of the driveway and hit Colten’s name. His message said it was urgent.
“Anson,” he said tightly. “I need your address.”
I rattled it off to him. He must have been putting it into his GPS because he came back on the phone a moment later.
“I’m coming to you,” he said.
“I’m not home. I’m heading there now, though. How far out are you?”
“About ten. Maybe fifteen.”
I nodded. “I’ll see you there. Is everything… OK?”
“No. We’ll talk when I get there.”
I said goodbye to him and sped back to my apartment, worried out of my mind that something had happened to Rosalie and he needed to deliver the news in person.
By the time I got to my place, my body was shaking with my anxiety. I pulled up to my building to find Colten pacing outside an SUV.
I ran to him after parking in my spot.
“What’s going on?” I demanded, my heart in my damn throat.
“Rosalie. The guys broke up with her earlier today. She was a mess. We got her to her bedroom, and she asked to be drugged. We did it because she was hurting, and I was worried.”
“Where is she?” I demanded, my heart cracking at his words.
“Listen.” He put his hand against my chest as I made to step around him to see if she was in his car.
I stared at him. “What?”
“We let her sleep. I had a feeling shit wasn’t going to go well. Enzo told her today he got some girl knocked up. He’s marrying whoever this girl is. He’s been cheating for a long time, he said.”
My guts twisted at his words.
Fucking asshole motherfucker…
“I don’t know the details, but the night Rosalie was out all night, it sounds like she met someone, too, and kissed them or something. I don’t know.”
My heart fell.
“Cole used it to break up with her. They took E and left her with me and Jamie at the house. Rosalie was under for a few hours. She must have woken. I went to her room to check on her and found it empty and a bottle of booze drained. I panicked. Searched for her and found her in Fox’s room.” He paused, his face pale.
“What is it?” I whispered, all sorts of awful scenarios flying through my head.
“She had a gun,” he said, his voice shaking. “In her fucking mouth. It was loaded. She was drunk off her ass and going to kill herself.”
My heart plummeted, and I caught myself with my hand against the side of his car.
“I-Is she OK?” I choked out. “She didn’t…?”
