Page 292 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Cole, it’s Sunshine,” Enzo cut in softly. “I don’t like the prick either, but it’s our girl, man. Keep looking around, OK? I’ll deal with Anson. We’ll keep pushing forward with Kurt. I’ve got men out trying to find him so we can talk. Emilio is on it.”
“Fine,” I muttered, knowing he was right about Rosalie. I still didn’t give a shit about Kurt, though. “Just…let me know what’s going on. Dmitri said E was doing OK and has been high and sleeping all day.”
“Good,” Enzo replied, his exhaustion coming through. “I hate it, but I’d rather he sleep than suffer.”
“Me too,” I said. I paused for a moment. “Enzo?”
“Yeah?”
“What if…what if we can’t find her? Ever?”
“We will. Faith, OK? She’s strong. You know she is.”
“I don’t want her to suffer like Fox,” I choked out. “Man, I’ll die with her. I swear I will. I-I can’t… I can’t be in a world where she’s not. I-I can’t, man.”
“I know. Let’s keep looking. Remember who she is. She’s going to be OK.”
“OK,” I said thickly.
“I’ll be in touch. Don’t do anything stupid.”
“I won’t,” I mumbled. I knew I was a live wire and needed to cool my shit.
I hung up and went back to staring out the window, really fucking hoping Ass Hat came through for us.
But knowing what I knew about the prick, it was unlikely. He was deep in Matteo’s pocket, and who the fuck knew what pocket Matteo was in.
NINETY-ONE
ANSON
My phone rang.
I stepped away from the prick I was beating on and let Drake take over. My knuckles were busted to hell and ached, but this newest Russian cunt said he paid to fuck Rosalie.
Now, we were beating the shit out of him to get details. Of course, he’d gone back on his word and said he only said it to piss us off. Seemed a stupid fucking plan if you asked me, but he was beaten harder for his shitty ideas.
I prayed they weren’t true. I’d rather beat a liar to death than a man fucking my LeeLee.
“What?” I snapped as I answered the phone.
“Anson, it’s Enzo.”
“Did you find her?” I backed away further as the man let out a scream.
“No, but we got word Dante Church was spotted near the club the night she was taken.”
My mouth went dry at his words.
“Anson? You there?”
“Yes,” I growled into the phone. “Where did you get this information?”
“My men got it. Is there any way you can reach out to him?—”
“Do you fucking think I just have his number on speed dial?” I demanded. “We’re not on a first-name basis. I don’t fuck with that guy. He’s insane. I’ve never even spoken to him. He’s not the sort of guy you chum around with. He’d likely kill you and serve you with a fucking side of potatoes.”
“You have no way to reach out to him? Nothing?” Enzo’s voice shook.
