Page 274 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Yes.”
How the fuck did he even know what was going on? Anson spoke to him as if this were the norm. Is this what Vander Veer meant when he said the guy was some fucking special unicorn prick?
“What the fuck, man? Why? Why would you fucking do that shit? You knew how I… What the fuck?”
“Sorry, friend. It enriches the storyline. I was just trying to spice things up. Move the plot forward. Make her see she’s worth a hell of a lot more than what she had back at home. You’re welcome, by the way.”
“Fuck you,” I snarled, sitting forward. “You piece of dog shit.”
“Cole Scott.” The guy chuckled. “Hello to you. Just so you know, her lips are so soft. She moans so fucking pretty. That little hum she does when she likes the way she’s being touched? Divine. A goddess, really.”
“I’m going to fucking hack your cock off and choke you with it,” I snarled. “Don’t let me fucking find you, you fucking prick weasel?—”
“Oh, no worries. You won’t find me. I’ll find you. Anson, a pleasure. Thank me later.”
The line disconnected, and we both sat in silence.
“That piece of shit is your friend?” I let out a sour laugh. “Nice friend.”
“Sylar never does anything without purpose. I-I don’t believe he did it because he enjoyed it. There was a different purpose.”
“He’s on a suicide mission. Fucker. I’ll kill him. What does he look like?”
Anson scoffed. “Just like me, Scott. He’s my cousin.”
“You’re fucking joking.” I tugged at my hair. “I really fucking hate you De Santis pricks.”
“Surely not all of us,” Anson muttered.
We were both quiet for a moment.
“What else?” Anson asked.
“The guy she’s seeing.” I studied him, taking in the way he stared back at me, all attentive and pretty. Fuck, I hated how pretty the asshole was.
“Can you stop fucking looking at me?” I demanded. “And put a goddamn shirt on?”
“Where the fuck do you want me to look? You’re talking to me,” Anson snapped. “Sue me for being an aggressive listener! It’s my fucking house. If I want to walk around with my dick out, I will!”
“Aggressive listener.You take your fucking cock out and I’ll shoot you in the head. Fuck, I hate you.”
“Feeling is mutual,” Anson muttered. “Say what you need to say so you can get the fuck out of my house.”
“You know what. Fuck you.”
“Good. Fuck you. Get out.”
“Useless motherfucker.” I got to my feet and went to the door.
I paused once I got there and blew out a breath before looking back at him. He was sitting with his head in his hands.
I sighed. “Klaus Seeley. That’s the name we got. He’s who Rosalie is with.”
He looked over at me, a frown carved deep into his face.
“What? That-That’s not possible…”
“I don’t know what to tell you. It’s the name we got. I know we don’t like one another, but if you give a shit for her, you should probably find out if it’s true. And then do something about it so I don’t have to.”
