Page 61 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Have you seen my parents?” I asked my cousin Aldo.
“I saw your mom go that direction.” He pointed off to the left. I clapped him on the back as he wished me congratulations before heading in the direction he indicated.
After being waylaid by a few guests and asking them if they’d seen either parent, I went outside the ballroom, frowning.
I wandered down the hall, noting two of my men had followed and were standing watch. I gave them a quick nod and continued onward.
Soft rustling sounded out from a room. Figuring it was probably a smoke room, I pulled the door open and made to step inside.
“What the fuck?” I blinked rapidly as I stared at my mother in Emilio’s arms, her lipstick kisses stamped on his skin.
I backed away, my heart in my throat as my mom untangled herself from Emilio and tried to come to me.
Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. I couldn’t wrap my head around what I was seeing. It didn’t make sense…
“Lorenzo,” Emilio called out, buttoning his pants—his fucking pants— as he came at me. “Wait.”
I lost it.
My fist connected with his face, sending him stumbling back, blood gushing from his nose. I surged forward, hitting him again, my mom crying out for me to stop.
I couldn’t believe what I’d just seen.
Mom. Emilio.
Fuck, he was my dad’s best friend. His right hand.
If I weren’t so filled with white hot rage, I’d have vomited.
I pulled my gun out and pointed it at his face as he straightened.
“You have five fucking seconds to explain to me why you’re in a fucking coat closet with my mother,” I snarled at him.
“Lorenzo, please,” Emilio started as my mom sobbed softly.
“Four.”
He exhaled. “I love her.”
“So does my father.”
“Lorenzo!” My father rushed at me, his eyes wide.
“Let me,” I said fiercely. “Let me kill him.”
“No. Son, please. It’s not what you think. Give me the gun.”
I swallowed. “What the fuck do you mean it’s not what I think? His dick was out, and he was feeling her up in a fucking coat closet!”
My father reached out and tried to take my gun, but I jerked it away from him.
He sighed and looked at my mom, who was still in tears.
“We have a relationship like you have with Rosalie,” he finally said.
I blinked at him in confusion.
“What?”
