Page 196 of When We Fall: Part One

For now.

At this time, we had bigger fish to fry. We needed to get a handle on all the shit happening around us with hits on my family.

If we didn’t, someone could get hurt, and I swear to fuck; if one hair on one of my guys’ heads were harmed, I’d lose it.

And if it were Rosalie?

God have mercy on their souls. Had Anson not killed the piece of shit who touched her, I knew I’d have torn him to shreds. As it were, I would find out who sent him and do twice as much to him.

Motherfucker better believe in God because I was going to send him to meet him.

SIXTY

COLE

“Everything OK?” I asked as Fox came into the kitchen the following morning. “I heard yelling and a crash.”

“Just them fighting because Fallon decided to try to see Bianca,” Fox muttered. “They promised not to tear the house down.”

“Good. Seems like they have a fucked up situation going on.” I rubbed my stomach, feeling hungry. I wanted pancakes, but I was shit at making them. Enzo hadn’t come downstairs yet, and I didn’t want to ask Rosalie.

Fox grunted and slid onto a stool.

“I’m hungry,” I said, looking at him.

He snorted. “You know I can’t fucking cook, man.”

I sighed and looked at the cabinet that housed all the cereal. I really fucking wanted Rosalie’s pancakes. She made the biggest, fluffiest motherfuckers. Sometimes, she’d put chocolate chips in them for us.

My stomach growled again.

Rosalie came into the room on E’s arm. They were both smiling, which helped settle my nerves. The last few days had been fucked, and having E jump out into a fucking gunfight and nearly die was trying my nervous system.

“Good morning, baby,” Fox greeted her as she leaned in for a kiss. She hummed softly as she kissed him back before coming to me. I caught E pulling a pan out of the cupboard and sat up straighter.

“Rosebud,” I murmured. She brushed her lips against mine. “You look so pretty. I knew this would look good on you.”

She chuckled and pecked my lips again as I gripped the material of her pretty pink sundress in my hands. I’d seen it in a shop window and immediately went in and bought it for her. I fucking loved sundresses. I loved them even more when they were on my bedroom floor.

“Hey, man. We have company,” Fox said, nudging me as I slipped my hands beneath her dress and gripped her pert little ass cheeks tightly. “They could walk in any moment.”

I grunted in discontent but let my hands fall away. My stomach gave another growl.

“Mm, good. You’re hungry,” she said, stepping away from me. “I’m making breakfast.”

I perked up at that. “Pancakes?”

She looked at me from over her shoulder and smiled. My heart squeezed in my chest. Fuck, I loved her.

“Chocolate chip ones,” she said, winking at me.

“Fuck yes,” I said, sitting forward as E pulled out all the stuff to make her homemade pancakes. Within minutes, the kitchen smelled of all the deliciousness my Rosebud could whip up.

Enzo wandered in. His face lit up when he saw Rosalie cooking with E. E was shit for cooking too, but he was better than me and Fox. Plus, seeing him looking so happy made me feel good. We needed E to be happy.

E backed away, smiling at the pair, and came back to sit with Fox and me at the kitchen island.

“I’m glad Enzo is here. I’m shit at pancakes,” E said, watching them, his eyes glittering with happiness.