Page 245 of When We Fall: Part Two
She nodded, crying harder.
I rolled my eyes as I turned around and left the room.
“Deal with putting a funeral together for him,” I told Alan, one of my guys. “Give her whatever she wants for it.”
“Of course, sir,” he said, moving past me to go to her.
“Jake, Rosalie update?” I asked as I stepped outside.
“Uh, as of this morning, she has moved out of the Beyers’ apartment. She was seen going into a hotel. The Westin.”
“For fuck’s sake,” I muttered, looking at the pictures he pulled up on his phone. “Find out what happened.”
“Sir, if I may be so bold, do you think it’s wise to continue to involve us in her life? I know you wanted to cut ties and continue to offer her security, but it looks like she’s still important to you. That can be dangerous?—”
I sighed and rubbed my eyes. “I know, Jake… watch her this week. If she looks like she’s fine, I’ll back off and only check in every now and then.”
“Sounds good, boss.”
“Send me the address to that hotel she’s in and the address for whatever job you said she got.”
He nodded and pulled his phone out as I got into the back of my Escalade.
“Where we going?” Memphis asked.
I sighed and looked at the address for Rosalie’s new job.
“To Bucks Diner,” I said softly, staring down at a picture of her and me kissing. My heart ached as the Escalade started to move.
Fuck, I missed her.
Rosalie wasn’tat the diner, so I went and started getting shit sorted with my lawyer now that Vander Veer was dead. His death was plastered all over the papers. He was a big fucking deal.
But my name was there too because word traveled fast.
Vander Veer’s new son-in-law, Lorenzo De Luca, was the new guy in charge of his weapons company. Billions of dollars were now mine. Everything had been left to me. Not Celeste.Me.He’d named me his heir in those documents he’d signed and had filed with me.
It was almost too easy.
Cameras were shoved in my face as I stepped out of my lawyer’s office. Memphis and a few of my guys tried to push reporters away as I asked them to let a family grieve the loss of a great man.
Obviously, I was lying. I’d bring the prick back to life and kill him again if I could.
I managed to get into the backseat of my car.
“This is madness,” Memphis muttered, slowly idling away from all the reporters. “Your damn face is on all the papers already.”
“Great,” I mumbled, staring down at a text from Cole. They’d just moved into their new apartment. He wanted to get a pet hamster. E said he was cool with it, so they were going to the pet store to see if any of the hamsters clicked with Cole’s personality.
I sighed. Cole wasn’t normal.
He’d stopped eating cake, too. Red flag behavior, but I didn’t ask him about it.
Right now, we need to focus. The end was near.
A week later,after avoiding Celeste as much as possible and citing that I had to work a lot more now to ensure her father’s legacy continued, I sat in the backseat of my Escalade, watching the diner where Rosalie worked.
I should have been in a meeting for Rustic Rifles, but Cole was handling it as my new hire in charge. E was working on some new strain of sugar at their apartment while Elijah and Christian hung out with him.
