Page 283 of When We Fall: Part Two
I stared up at the strange blond man in front of me. Tattoos on his neck. His hands. Peeking out on his chest from beneath a dark shirt. Green eyes.
Really green eyes.
He was beautiful. Breathtaking, really. So tall. Muscular.
“I-I need K-Klaus. Cole…” I breathed hard as the man pressed me against the bricks.
He leaned in and inhaled me. “You smell like him. I don’t like that.”
“Please,” I whimpered as the man ran his nose along my jaw and continued to keep me against the wall. “Please. D-Don’t hurt me.”
“I would never…sister.”
My blood ran cold as comprehension dawned on me.
Dante Church.
My brother.
Fox’s killer.
I screamed, fighting against him, but he was way stronger than me, especially drunk me.
I clawed out, catching his face. That only made him laugh like he enjoyed it. Knowing what I knew of the monster, he likely did.
I screamed again, begging him to leave me alone, begging god to save me. Begging my Foxy to come.
“Please! PLEASE! F-Fox! Foxy! Fox!” I shrieked as Dante took me to my knees and pushed a black bag onto my head. “Cole! COLE! HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE! K-KLAUS!”
A pinprick met my neck, and I shuddered as the warmth from the drug rushed through me.
I fell forward, sure I was going to eat pavement.
And maybe I did, but I’d never know because the world went black.
EIGHTY-SIX
ENZO
“Where the fuck have you been?” I shouted, storming into E and Cole’s apartment to find Cole definitely wasted out of his head as he sat on the couch with E next to him.
“I was out doing what you wouldn’t fucking do,” Cole slurred at me. “Fucker.”
I looked to E. “Where was he? He’s been gone for three fucking days.”
“Looking for Klaus,” E said.
He clearly hadn’t looked at Matteo’s because Anson said he’d not been by. I’d had to call him, and he told me Cole was on a mission to kill people.
“Cole, I’m going to ask you one more time. Where the fuck were you?” I stared at my best friend as he swayed in his seat. It was almost two in the fucking morning, and I was exhausted. I’d spent the last few days trying to find his ass. The saints had located him and said they were bringing him home, so I’d pulled away from the streets to come here.
“Seeing my Rosebud,” he said, lifting his head, his eyes unfocused as he stared at me. He had a black eye and a busted lip.
I bristled at his words and saw the worry on E’s face.
“What did you do?” I asked again, as calmly as I could, really fucking hoping he didn’t kill Klaus Seeley and start a fucking war I wasn’t nearly ready to fight. Matteo would decimate us as we stood. Sure, we’d have casualties on both sides, but I wasn’t where I needed to be just yet to have this shit on lockdown.
“I fucked her,” he spat at me. “For old times’ sake. Found Seeley. We fought.” He pointed to his face.
