Page 127 of When We Fall: Part One

“Your cock is hard, brother. Don’t let it go to waste,” I said between feverish kisses. I gave his dick a good stroke.

“You’re such a fucking weirdo,” Fox muttered, pushing my hand away.

“You love me,” I said, moving down Rosalie’s body to her breasts. “Now help me fuck our girl.”

He joined me, his lips on her, his dick in his hand as he stroked himself.

This.

This was how it should be.

And I was going to do anything possible to make sure it stayed this way, even if it meant fucking up Enzo’s plans.

He’d thank me later.

FORTY-FOUR

ENZO

Iwatched Rosalie sleep between Cole and Fox in Fox’s bedroom. Feeling like a creep, I took in their naked bodies tangled around one another. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had transpired.

I didn’t hate it.

What I hated was what was happening to me. To us. To everything.

I wanted my family together but wasn’t sure how to keep us this way. Marrying Rosalie had been the golden ticket. It seemed perfect then, and god knew she was all I wanted in this world. No other woman could hold a candle to her.

I was sick of the broken promises, though. The fighting. Shit nights, where one of us lay alone in bed, wondering if she was going to be here still in the morning.

The truth of the matter was that I did want a baby with her first. As my wife, it should be us first. On the other hand, I knew this was for Cole. He deserved it. They both did. The very real fear within me, however, had me terrified of what it would mean for them to have a baby together while the rest of us watched.

Would it strengthen their relationship? Would they become so focused on the baby that the rest of us would be forgotten?

So yeah, maybe I was a little selfish trying to get it all first. Shame blanketed me with each thought I had on the subject because I knew it was fucked up to want everything first when Fox and Cole deserved those things well before I did. Hell, even E did. He’d taken a bullet for her and had nearly died. I was just Enzo, the guy at the end of the line.

It was fucked up. This entire situation had my head messed up.

Knowing tonight wasn’t going to happen with talking, I wandered back to my room and got into bed, feeling pretty goddamn mopey about everything.

“Tomorrow,” I murmured into the darkness. “Everything will be better tomorrow.”

It was something I wished would actually come true.

“You look tired.Didn’t you sleep last night?” My mom stared me down, a frown on her face. We were in the office, and they wanted to speak to me before they left. Emilio and my father’s men would be returning shortly, so I knew time was limited.

As much as I loved my parents, I was glad they were leaving early in the day. I was beside myself wanting to talk to Rosalie and the guys. None of them had spoken to me all morning, and I was ready to lose my damn mind.

“It was a long night,” I muttered, slamming back a scotch.

“It’s a bit early to be drinking,” Mom continued, glancing at the clock. It was after eleven in the morning. That worked forme. As long as I was awake and in a mess like I was in, any time was a good time.

“Son, let’s talk.” Dad kissed Mom’s temple as they sat on the leather couch.

I settled back in my chair and waited.

“Look. We know you love Rosalie. It’s clear as day to see. We know you love the guys, too,” Dad started.

I said nothing, waiting for the hammer to fall.