Page 91 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Why is he so interested?” Dom narrowed his eyes.
“Because he cares about Rosalie,” I said, looking at him. “She’s stayed with him before. They became… friends.”
Dom blinked at that information. “Wow.”
“I know he’s done a lot of fucked up shit to you, Dom, but he’s a good man deep down?—”
“Doesn’t matter. He doesn’t matter,” Dom said, sitting straighter. “I don’t even have a father.”
“Carmine,” Drake said, wincing.
Dom snorted. “That old prick? Great.”
“You hate him, too?” I asked.
“Let’s just say if I only had one bullet and I had to choose between killing Matteo and killing Carmine, I’d choose Carmine if that tells you anything.”
“It tells me everything,” I murmured. “Matteo hates him, too.”
“Well, he’s fucking easy to hate,” Dom said sourly, not elaborating on the matter. I didn’t push it either.
I had bigger things to worry about.
Like how to see LeeLee and what I could do to make her pain go away, even for a minute.
But at least the issue with Dom and the kings was solved.
It was better than the nothing I had before, so I’d take it.
TWENTY-SEVEN
FOX
Ihadn’t seen E in weeks.
I didn’t know if it had been weeks, but I knew it had been a long time. There were no windows here, so I had no concept of time except that it felt like an eternity. I felt like a broken record with the thoughts, but it was all I had.
Dante Church was a monster.
But his friend Asylum terrified me more, and that was saying something.
They certainly put me through my paces. In the beginning, I believed Dante wanted to help me because I was so fucking hopeful for anything.
After days of torture, I was beginning to think that maybe he was enjoying himself. E had told me it was all psychological down here.
My body would beg to differ, though, because I was torn to fuck beneath Dante’s brand of terror.
It didn’t help that another man had tortured me during my stay. That man didn’t speak. He cut and burned me on repeat until I’d pass out, then he’d wake me and do it again.
I assumed it was because Dante and Asylum had been MIA recently. Days, maybe a week, had passed since I’d last seenthem. In their absence, the big piece of shit came in and tortured me.
Fucking touched me. Laughed. Taunted me.
If I could get loose, I’d kill him and make him eat his own cock, then I’d save E.
I didn’t know how I was still alive. Maybe because Dante didn’t cut as deep as he could have to end it all when he was here and had called dibs.
Asylum took his time as he ran his fork along my cheek before pressing it into my skin. Maybe he was the one with dibs.
