Page 286 of When We Fall: Part Two
“I’m sorry. What?”
“Rosalie. You pricks have her. Cole attacked Klaus last night at a club. Rosalie is missing. I want her back.” I put him on speakerphone.
“I don’t have Rosalie,” he said tightly. There was some shuffling around and muffled voices in the back before I could hear what was going on. “Cole. Did you take Rosalie?”
“No,” he mumbled. “I left her in the bathroom. I went to find Klaus. I didn’t see her after that.”
“Why the fuck did you have her in the bathroom?” I demanded, my chest tight. He had pissed me off every single day since I’d known him. I’d wanted to punch him in his face so many damn times since I’d met him, but I always held back because of Rosalie.
“I fucked up,” Cole snapped. “It’s not any of your fucking business what I do with my girl?—”
“She is not yours,” Klaus spoke up in a soft, dangerous voice. “I want her. Where the fuck is she?”
“Klaus,” Enzo said, clearing his throat. “I don’t know what sort of relationship you had with Rosalie, but that is over?—”
Klaus’s face morphed into something quite terrifying. It was likely the face the ones he killed saw.
“Lorenzo, let us meet with one another so that we can discuss this like gentlemen,” Matteo said smoothly before Klaus could speak. “In public, if that is your wish. Who she belongs to is irrelevant. She is missing, and we need to figure out where she is. We can meet in one hour at The Loon. Do you know of it?”
“Yes,” Enzo said tightly.
“Perfect. Bring your men if it makes you feel comfortable. I will bring mine. We can sort this like gentlemen. If you do not show, I will tear apart what you’ve built with my bare hands. Do we have an agreement?”
“Yes,” Enzo replied. “One hour.”
“Perfect.”
I hung up and breathed out.
“Alessio, assemble some men. Let’s have brunch.” Matteo smiled at me. “We will find her, Son.”
I looked to Klaus, who was staring at the floor. Matteo followed my gaze and let out a soft sigh. He said something in German to him that I didn’t understand, and Klaus nodded and walked to the door.
“He cares for her,” Matteo murmured. “He has never cared before. It is hard on him.”
“Fuck him,” I whispered, feeling it straight to my bones.
Matteo sighed but nodded for me to get dressed, so I did, really hoping this wouldn’t end in a blood bath.
EIGHTY-EIGHT
ETHAN
Ihadn’t attended a meeting in months, but here I was, sitting across from Matteo De Santis and his men inside an upscale restaurant that I knew shady business dealings went down in.
There was no way I was going to stay home, though. Rosalie was missing, and I wanted fucking answers.
“I’m surprised you showed,” Matteo said smoothly. He was a terrifying presence, and that was saying something since I was a horseman. We had the Saints with Jake, Randy, and two other men behind us as Cole, Enzo, and I sat at the table across from Matteo, Alessio, Klaus, Anson, and Drake.
Drake.
He was in some shit, that was for sure. He hadn’t said a word, but I knew he was there to carry out business should it come down to it. Judging by what I learned about him, I didn’t doubt he’d put a bullet in our heads as a means to keep his shit on the down low.
Several of Matteo’s men stood behind them.
I breathed out and looked over at Anson, who seemed exceptionally pissed off. I’d never seen him look like he was struggling with quiet fury before. He gave off some major Matteo energy.
“Why wouldn’t I show? My girl is missing,” Enzo answered.
