Page 22 of When We Fall: Part Two
I clenched my jaw but nodded, praying Fox wouldn’t push the damn button.
Drake wasin a piss poor mood. If I didn’t catch on after he’d shouted at the barista who’d given him the wrong coffee earlier, then I knew it now as he put a bullet into one of Ivanov’s men’s skulls before taking his dick out and pissing on the body.
We’d been out here for a week trying to shake down any fuck who might be connected to Bianca’s old man. The last time I’d worked with him, Levin had been with us. We’d stormed the underground on Matteo’s orders, getting information on who Everett had housed as prisoners there. Drake had lost it and had started shooting. Typical Drake behavior, though, it seemed. It was right before Levin was released back to Dom.
“You seem mad,” I commented as he tucked his cock away.
“Catch that, did you?” Drake proceeded to land a few kicks into the corpse’s ribs before coming to me and lighting up a sugar stick. He took a deep inhale while Matteo’s men set to cleaning up the mess we’d made when we’d played twenty questions with the guy before Drake got sick of it and just shot him.
“You’re one to talk,” Drake continued, handing the stick over to me. I took a couple of drags off it and puffed out the smoke.
“I’m not mad. Just… fucked, I guess.”
“Same thing.” Drake took the sugar back. “Having my girl as a prisoner isn’t doing good things for me. She thinks I betrayed the kings. She fought me when I tried to tell her. She fucking hates me now.”
I nodded. “It’ll work out.”
He scoffed. “Yeah, right. I’m surprised Dom hasn’t sent men to kill my treacherous ass yet. I have to sleep with a gun under my pillow and in my pajamas.”
As much as I wanted to tell Dominic that Drake was being Drake, I couldn’t. There was no way in hell I’d betray Matteo. I was close to being out of this shit hole city. At this point in the game, I was ready to bounce. I could work on finding Mom and Tia’s killer from somewhere new. It wasn’t like I was getting anywhere here anyway. I’d been looking at places in L.A.. Perhaps I needed to focus solely on my career. Alex also offered me a contract. Told me to think about it.
I really was.
I didn’t want to be onstage. I loved it, but I loved being Rosalie’s person more. That’s what I wanted. To be the one to guide her.
Fuck.
I hated this.
I took the sugar from Drake and sucked in a deep hit, letting the high blanket me before blowing out the smoke.
“Come on,” I muttered, finishing the sugar and walking back to my car. Drake followed, grumbling that I’d smoked his last one.
“Don’t worry. I’ll get us more.” And I would because I rather liked the high E made. It kept me from losing my fucking mind. I needed that right now.
“Hey, man. Long time, no see,”E said as he answered the door to the house later that night. “I’ll get Rosalie?—”
“I’m not here for her. I’m here for you,” I said.
E raised his brows at me. “Oh?”
I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I need to buy some sugar.”
“You do?” He frowned. “I didn’t know you smoked enough to buy.”
“I do when I’m stressed,” I muttered. “I don’t have any. I could get some weed from Dom, but considering my old man is holding Bianca captive, I’d say I’m probably not a welcome guest at his door.”
Ethan sighed and gestured for me to follow him.
“Yeah, that’s fucked up, man. What’s going on with it? Why is Matteo doing this shit?”
I followed him through the house and to the basement, noting everything was quiet. Rosalie must be upstairs.
“I honestly don’t know. Some fucked up way to punish Dom for shit he didn’t do,” I said, walking into his sugar room with him. “He doesn’t share the inner workings with me.”
“Understandable,” E said, opening a drawer loaded with sugar sticks. “Do you have a preference for which kind you want?”
“Whatever makes me forget and feel good,” I muttered.
