Page 255 of When We Fall: Part Two
When I reached the SUV, I shouted into the phone at Enzo.
“Call them off! Fucking do it, Enzo.”
“Rosalie, come on,” he said. “I’m trying to make sure you’re safe. Your safety matters to me?—”
I let out a shriek and plunged my knife into the tire of the SUV. The men jumped out of the vehicle.
“Jake, you asshole! Fuck you! Stop following me!” I shouted, pulling out the knife and stabbing the tire again.
I could hear Enzo screaming at me on the phone as I rushed to the other front tire and rammed my knife into it.
“Fucking follow me now!” I screamed. “Assholes!”
“What the fuck? Rosalie!” Jake shouted. “Hey, we’re just doing our job?—”
I made to go to the back tire, but Klaus grabbed me. With ease, he lifted me over his shoulder as I cursed Jake and the other two men who were swearing outside the car.
“Who the fuck are you with?” Enzo snarled into the phone.
I was hanging upside down over Klaus’s shoulder as I stared into the phone. I let out a laugh, my head spinning.
“None of your goddamn business. Stop following me,” I said. “Or I’ll fucking stab you next.”
I disconnected the call as Klaus continued to walk with me over his shoulder.
“You’re really strong,” I called out to him, as Enzo tried to call again. I turned my phone off. He could go to hell, even if it did hurt my heart to think it. The alcohol made me a little sassier. I needed that.
“And you’re a violent little thing,” he said. “Little crazy, too.”
A fancy car pulled up beside us, and he placed me on my feet before opening the back door.
He helped me inside and then joined me.
“The Falcon House,” he said to the driver.
I looked over at him in surprise. I thought for sure he’d take me to Matteo’s so I could be reprimanded.
He smirked, but he didn’t look at me.
“I like crazy. Let’s see what you got, hummingbird.”
I grinned, feeling truly free for the first time in my life.
SEVENTY-NINE
ROSALIE
“Which do you like more? Chocolate or vanilla?” I asked as I leaned into Klaus at our booth at The Falcon House.
“Vanilla.”
“That says a lot about you.”
He snorted. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Vanilla is just so… Klaus.”
He laughed and shook his head. “You’re a handful, aren’t you?”
