Page 208 of When We Fall: Part Two
I swallowed. “That’s a good idea. I-I’m good with that.”
He grunted and smoked again, and I drank more.
“You’re going to kill your fucking liver,” he muttered as he lay his head back against the cushions.
“Perfect,” I answered, finishing another drink.
He sighed. “How was wedding shopping?”
“Hell.” I pulled out a sugar stick of my own and lit it before taking a hit and blowing out the smoke. “Rosalie isn’t like her. Makes me realize how perfect she was.”
“My perfect girl living with a douchebag,” Cole mumbled.
I rubbed my eyes. “Emilio called. He’s got nothing. No coin information except that maybe Everett planted it on him to fuck with us, since Everett knew the coins existed. It makes sense.” I smoked more. “No trace of that bitch or his kid. Nothing. Blank fucking slate.”
“He’ll be back,” Cole said. “He has to. This is his personal hellscape. Demons won’t stay away for long.”
I nodded. I agreed with that. I assumed the same.
We grew quiet again.
“You going to fuck Celeste on your wedding night?” he finally asked.
I didn’t say anything, so he lifted his head and looked at me.
“Enzo?”
“What?”
“You going to fuck her?”
“No.”
He studied me for a moment before seemingly being satisfied with my answer and resting his head on the cushions again.
“Were you lying to Rosalie about fucking Celeste that night in the club?” His voice shook.
I’d be waiting for that question. He’d asked me the very same one the night it happened.
“Yes,” I answered softly.
He lifted his head again and studied me. “Promise?”
“Promise. Nothing happened. It just worked out when I needed it. Must be a sign.” I let out a bitter laugh as I smoked more. “I’d never fuck that bitch willingly.”
“Have you kissed her since…”
I sighed. “Cole, why do you want to know? Do you like torturing yourself?”
“I don’t know. I just… need to know.”
“To play the part, yes. I’ve kissed her. She needs to believe it. So does her old man. I have to pretend like I’m into it.”
“How are you going to explain not fucking her on her wedding night to her old man?”
“He’ll be dead so that it won’t matter,” I said, my voice low.
Cole stared at me. “I’ll do it.”
