Page 301 of When We Fall: Part Two
“No.” He pinned my arms over my head. “Make me.”
“What? Are you serious?”
“Yes, dear sister, I am. You think you’re strong enough to handle the big and bad without me, thenfucking make me.” He shifted closer and ran his nose along my jaw. “I’m the biggest, baddest in this city. Now fuckingmake me.”
“And if I can, do I get to go home?”
He chuckled softly, sending goosebumps skittering along my skin. “Perhaps, but if you can’t, then I get to keep you.”
“What if I don’t want to be kept?”
He pressed a fierce kiss to my temple. “Shh, sweet sister.”
I let out a cry and did the move Matteo taught me all those months ago.
I caught Dante off guard with it because within seconds, I had him on his back, and I was looming over him, the knife I’d seen in his boot now in my hand and against his throat.
“Little brother, you’re a mess,” I said, staring down at him. “If you’re the baddest in this city, then what am I?”
I thought he’d freak out on me. Instead, he grinned, his green eyes lighting up.
“You’re my perfect little nightmare. Welcome home, Rosalie.” He took my hand and forced it forward so that it broke his skin. His blood dribbled out in a trail of red before he disarmed me and put me on my back again, the knife now in his hand.
“Let’s make a deal,” he said, twirling the knife before he brought it down over my neck, the blade biting into my skin. “Scream for me first, though, so I know you’re serious.” He dug the blade deeper, and I did exactly what he wanted because I was dead serious.
Or maybe just dead.
NINETY-FOUR
ENZO
“Enzo, please,” Celeste pouted at me, her bottom lip jutted out. She stomped her foot, adding to my irritation. “You’re never home. You never touch me or kiss me. A-Are you cheating?”
I sighed and rubbed my eyes.Fuck, I wish I were cheating.I’d love to be fucking Rosalie right now and not looking at this dumb bitch, but this was my new life.
“I’m not cheating. I work a lot. You know that. You want an empire, then I have to work,” I said, forcing niceness into my voice. “For our baby.”
She sighed and flopped onto the couch. “At least talk to the baby. I get sick of doing it. I can’t wait until it’s out of me so Renee can take care of it. It’s so annoying.”
I ground my teeth together at her words. She wasn’t fit to be a fucking mother.
I sat beside her and placed my hand on her baby bump, feeling the baby move beneath my touch. Breathing out, I leaned in and whispered.
“Hey, baby. It’s me. Dad. I can’t wait to meet you.”
She raked her fingers through my hair, making me tense. I hated it when she touched me.
“I knew this baby was a good idea,” she said with a soft laugh that boiled my blood.
Fuck, I wanted to choke her until the life left her body. I continued to speak softly to E’s baby because fuck her. It would never be hers. The fact that she wasn’t smart enough to understand the danger she was in spoke volumes about her as a person. A truly delusional bitch.
She shifted, and I sat back, taking in her unbuttoning her top to expose her tits to me.
I dragged my gaze from her bare breasts to her face. “I have to go. I have two meetings today, and I’m dealing with my warehouses being burned.”
She jutted out that fucking lip again as she squeezed her breasts. “You said you loved me. You won’t touch me.”
“I have to work,” I repeated through gritted teeth.
