Page 69 of When We Fall: Part Two
“I love you,” I whispered against her lips, one of my tears dripping onto her pale cheek. “I love you, Rosalie. Please…”
I backed away as Ryder shouted a promise at me that he’d keep her alive. I watched him tear out of the parking lot before I turned and walked back inside, ready to kill some motherfuckers.
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The entire building was coming down.
I shot so many cocksuckers my finger ached. And I still couldn’t find my Rosebud.
“We have to fucking go!” I shouted at Enzo.
Fuck. His parents were dead. He was a fucking mess. Finding him clutching his mother’s hand and sobbing her name wasn’t on my fucking bingo card for the day, but here we were.
And we couldn’t find Rosalie.
I knew Fox. He likely got her out. I repeated it to myself as we continued to shoot anyone in a black ski mask.
“Rosalie,” Enzo choked out. “We can’t go without her. We need to find her. And E. He was right fucking here! Where is he?” Enzo’s voice shook as he killed another person in a black mask. “Ethan! E!”
“He’s OK. E is probably with Fox,” I said, my voice shaking. “They probably have Rosalie.”
“I’m not leaving until I have them,” Enzo said, jerking his arm away from me as I tried to pull him to the exit. “Fuck off, Scott! I promised! I fucking promised to protect them!”
He was right. I was living in a land of make-believe, hoping they got out. I knew better. This place was a fucking tomb.
Movement caught my attention, and I stared as Anson came through the smoke, his guns blazing as he killed anyone left with a pulse and in a black mask.
I’d never really seen him in action before, unless one counted when he was punching me in the face.
He swooped in, dressed in black, the very fucking epitome of what they referred to as the Archangel. If I didn’t know the asshole, I’d probably have been terrified seeing him storm through fire and smoke with his guns out and that look in his eyes.
What the fuck was he even doing here?
I tapped Enzo on the arm as we ducked behind a table.
“Anson,” I shouted. “He’s here.”
Before Enzo could say anything, Anson slid in next to us, bullets whizzing past.
“Rosalie,” Enzo started.
“I got her out,” Anson replied, a grim expression on his face. “She was shot. Ryder took her to the hospital.”
I swear my blood drained from my body at his words.
I reached out and grabbed him, shaking him violently.
“Tell me. Was she talking? Was she OK?” My heart pounded so hard I thought I’d pass the fuck out.
Anson visibly swallowed. “No, man. She wasn’t. She’s bad. We need to get the fuck out of here.”
“My parents. Fox. E…” Enzo said as gunfire continued to erupt.
“We need to go,” Anson repeated, his voice shaking in the commotion. “We can’t hold them off. The police are coming. We need to leave. I looked. I didn’t see Fox or E. Rosalie needs us.”
“We can’t leave Fox and E,” I said, my chest tight.
