Page 291 of When We Fall: Part Two
My smiles. My fucking kisses.
I knew going to look for her was a bad idea. I always lost it when it came to her. She had a hold on me, and I knew I could never break it. Not that I wanted to.
Fuck, all I wanted was her.
I even missed the damn cat.
Her laughter no longer filled our house. And fuck, this wasn’t even our house. I hadn’t been back there in forever. After finding our box of blossom stuff left behind, I’d lost it.
It was a house of memories and misery. Everything about my life that had ever been good had happened in that place. Fox. Rosalie. Everything.
And now it was all fucking gone, and I’d lashed out and made it worse. It had been three days since she’d disappeared.
FUCK.
I wiped at my eyes and stared out the window of the car as Memphis drove, Christian next to him. Enzo was dealing withCeleste and baby stuff. Her doctor’s appointment was today. I had to hand it to him, he’d give Hollywood a run for its money with the amount of acting he did for Celeste. He gave her enough attention to make stars dance in her eyes.
I knew it was to keep her happy and safe until E’s baby was born.
Poor E lived in the same hell I did. He was just a level lower. I heard him cry nearly every night since we’d moved into the apartment.
He wasn’t getting better. He was worse, if anything, especially with Rosalie missing.
This shit wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t our girl anymore, so she wasn’t supposed to have a target on her head.
Without a doubt, I knew fucking Everett had a hand in her disappearance. It was killing me to know she was likely suffering as Fox and E had.
I think it was making things even worse for E. He was reliving what he’d gone through, and was breaking shit and crying almost twenty-four seven. I knew he thought she was suffering just like he and Fox had.
I hated it. Fuck, I hated it.
I blamed myself for it, too. Had I not lost it on her, fucked her, left her dripping my come, she’d have simply left with Klaus. Gone to wherever he was taking her. Fucked her.
The thought made me want to vomit.
My phone buzzed, and I answered it.
“What?” I mumbled.
“Dante Church was spotted near the club that night,” Enzo’s voice met my ears. I tightened my hands into fists and tried to steady my breathing.
“Where did you hear that?”
“Jake. He and Randy beat it out of one of Ivanov’s men.”
“How the fuck would they know?” I sat up. I’d learned all about Rosalie’s connection to the Ivanovs. It broke my heart that she never told me. E wanted to call John and tell him Rosalie was missing, but Enzo said no. We’d find her before we had to deal with anything like that.
I didn’t give a fuck about her old man. He just didn’t matter to me, but he should have been honest about Rosalie’s mom a long time ago. So he could sit and suffer for all I gave a fuck.
“I don’t know, but it’s the best lead we have. They could just be saying shit to stir up trouble, but given she’s missing and the current situation…” Enzo sighed. I knew he was tired as hell. All he did was work. If he wasn’t at the Rustic Rifles headquarters doing meetings, then he was on the streets, fucking shit up. I tried to split the time for him and pull hours at Rustic Rifles, but I had classes and killing people to do. “Also, two more warehouses are up in smoke.”
I ground my teeth at the flood of information.
“Fuck the warehouses, man. How do we find this prick Dante?” I demanded.
“I think Anson is going to be the best means. I’m having men move things around. We have to get a hold on this warehouse shit, though, too. I think it’s Kurt.”
“Fuck him. Fuck Kurt too?—”
