Page 307 of When We Fall: Part Two
I groaned, my release spilling from my cock like a tidal wave. The pleasure was indescribable as it rolled through my body, making me shake.
Then, I was crying, sobbing her name.
“Rosalie. Sweetheart,” I wept. “I’m sorry. Fuck. I’m so sorry.”
“Shh. It’s OK. It’s OK.” Cole hugged me against him. “She’s coming home, man. She is.”
“Promise?” I asked, weeping softly.
“Swear it. And if not, we’ll go to her. If it’s in heaven, so be it,” Cole whispered fiercely into my ear. “I will bring her back, E. I fucking will.”
I believed him, and it offered me some relief to know I could leave this world and go to her if she were gone already.
Enzo slid onto my other side and kissed my temple.
“If she’s gone forever, we’ll go to her,” he said, kissing my temple again. “Together, brother. Fuck this place.”
I smiled at that.
Yeah, fuck this place.
NINETY-SIX
ANSON
Iwalked into Matteo’s office, my fists busted to shit from the beating I’d just handed one of the Bratva. He’d been running his mouth about shit he clearly didn’t understand.
He wasn’t running his mouth anymore, though, and he didn’t have any damn information. Just pretended he did until he realized what a bad idea that was. I hated the lower-level scum that did this shit, but I needed to find out if his information was accurate.
“Where’s Matteo?” I demanded, glancing around to see only Klaus in the room, sitting at the bar.
“He and Alessio had some business to tend to.”
“And you didn’t go?”
“No.” He finished his glass of whiskey.
I walked forward and sat next to him at the bar.
“How is Bianca?” he asked.
“Miserable. Babies are due soon.”
Klaus grunted and poured another drink.
“Do you love her?” I asked softly, voicing the shit in my head that was eating me alive.
He drank slowly and continued to stare at the wall in front of him. I didn’t think he was going to answer me, but he finally placed his glass on the bar and sighed.
“What is love?” he asked.
“Don’t bullshit me,” I replied. “This entire thing is fucked up. You knew how I felt?—”
“So did you. You knew how you felt.” He finally looked over at me. “And you chose Bianca.”
“I’m trying to save her?—”
“From what? Carmine?” He snorted and drank again. “You really don’t know your father, do you?”
