Page 73 of When We Fall: Part Two
I shrank deeper against Fox’s trembling body as a man dressed in black stomped into the room with another man.
They went for Fox, putting a black bag over his head while I fought against them, trying to keep him in the room with me.
“Don’t fucking touch him! You don’t touch him!” I screamed, my fist colliding with the man’s face weakly.
One of the men struck me in the ribs with a device that sent an electric shock through my body, rendering me useless as I quivered on the floor, choking on Fox’s name.
“Ethan,” Fox called out hoarsely as he was dragged from the room, the door slamming closed behind him.
Fuck. FUCK.
I crawled to the door and pounded on it, sobbing. When my voice finally broke from screaming his name, I lay on the floor.
“F-Fox,” I managed to rasp as I curled into myself, the light still humming and blinking above me.
“Please, God, protect him. Please. Keep him safe. Take me instead. Please. Take me instead,” I repeated the prayer until sleep took me, my body shivering from the cold as I lay in a tight ball on the cold tiles.
TWENTY-TWO
FOX
Iwasn’t sure how long I was strapped to the cold metal chair with the bag over my head, but it had to be hours.
I blinked rapidly when the bag was pulled off.
A man stood in front of me.
Blond.
Tall.
Green eyes.
Tattoos.
A small vial of what appeared to be blood was on a necklace around his neck.
“Fox Evans,” he said softly as he stared me down.
I swallowed hard. I knew who he was. I’d heard horror stories about his madness and the shit he did to people in the underground. He was a legend on the other end of the spectrum from Anson. I prayed I’d never meet the guy.
Dante Church.
Rosalie’s brother.
I stared back at him, my shoulder screaming at me, my entire being ready to give up. I knew I couldn’t, though. I had to get E out of here. He believed Rosie was still alive. I had to believe it, too, or we’d both die in here.
“Do you know who I am?” he continued, standing silent as a grave in front of me.
“Dante Church,” I whispered tiredly.
“Then you know what I do.”
I was too exhausted to answer. I let my head hang. I needed food.
“He’s hungry,” a second voice called out, moving to stand next to Dante.
I looked tiredly at the second man through my hair. I had no idea who he was.
