Page 304 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Perfect.” Dom settled back in his seat, not looking nearly as tense.
“So now what?” I asked.
“I honestly don’t know. We spend a lot of time looking for these assholes, though,” Dom said, shaking his head. “No fucking leads anywhere. It doesn’t matter how many pricks you beat or kill, no one talks.”
“It’s fucked,” I muttered. “Our warehouses are going down daily, too. And more than that. Some of my clubs are being targeted. One was shot up last night.”
“Do you think Fox’s dad is involved with the Russians?” Vin asked softly, wincing at the words. “I mean, we know he hates everything De Santis, and he hates you now. It would make sense he’d side with the Ivanovs to fuck with you.”
I thought his words over before shaking my head. “I don’t see him working with anyone. I think he probably has his own shit set up. Kurt always struck me as a lone wolf, plus, he’s unlikely to side with the Russians, given the history. It doesn’t seem like his style.”
“Rumor has it, The Carpenter is back,” Fallon said. “He’s killing Russians, too. So I’m with Enzo on this. Santino is working his own angle and probably just poking all the dragons in the city to start a war. Then, when the smoke settles, he stands on the rubble as the new king in town. It’s what I’d do if I were him.”
I grunted. It made sense, and Kurt did mention that he hadn’t been sitting quietly all these years. There was so much shit going on in the back end of everything, I didn’t think we’d ever get the answers we wanted.
Didn’t mean I wouldn’t try, but fuck.
All I wanted was to go back in time and never set foot into this life. Fox would be here. Rosalie would be here. We’d be a family again.
I didn’t like to admit it, but I had the feeling Rosalie was too far out of our reach. It was killing me she was missing, but I knew it was a sign just to let her go for good.
It broke my fucking heart because I loved her so damn much.
Suffering seemed fitting to me after everything. And god, I was fucking suffering without her in our lives, without Fox.
If Hell existed, I was sure I was living in it.
NINETY-FIVE
ETHAN
It had been a week since we’d met with the kings in our apartment. We still had no fucking leads. Everything was radio silence.
I’d overheard Cole and Enzo discussing that this is precisely how it was when Fox and I had gone missing. It made me sick to my stomach.
It also created a fuck ton of anxiety. I hadn’t been sober in weeks. Having the thoughts that Rosalie was likely being tortured made me sick. I wasn’t sure how much I could endure. I’d been trying to get my shit together, but it seemed like the universe was working against me.
I walked out to the living room and saw Enzo and Cole seated. They went quiet as I stepped into the room.
“What?” I asked tiredly.
“We should talk,” Enzo said, sitting forward in the chair he was in.
Immediately, my heart pounded. “I-Is it Rosalie? D-Did you find her?”
“No. No, it’s not that. We still have fuck all,” Enzo said, sighing. “It’s the baby.”
I sat, my heart thrumming harder. “What about it?”
“I took Celeste to the doctor today. We know the sex of it. Do you want to know?” Enzo asked gently.
I swallowed hard, my bottom lip trembling. “No.”
“E, man,” Cole started.
“I don’t fucking want to know. I don’t even fucking want it. I never wanted it. I don’t want fucking kids, especially with that cunt!” My voice rose with each word. “Fuck her! Fuck her! I hate her. I fucking hate her! And I hate that-that baby.” My voice cracked, and a sob broke free as I hugged myself and rocked. “Ruined my fucking life. All of it. I wish I were dead. Fuck. Please. I want to die.”
Enzo went to his knees in front of me. “E. Hey.”
