Page 215 of When We Fall: Part One

“Looks like Levin is going to kick Vincent’s ass… wait. Nope. What the fuck? Well, it looks like I’m wrong.”

Enzo sat forward, and I showed him the screen. Levin and Vincent were kissing passionately beneath the tree in the backyard.

Enzo raised his brows and sat back in his seat. I continued to watch the pair tear at each other. I’d spoken to Dom about all that shit in Rosalie’s closet when they got here. He didn’t seem opposed to it, so fuck it. I wasn’t really either. I’d try anything once to ensure I scratched it off my list.

“Man, give them some privacy,” Enzo grunted.

I shook my head and darkened the screen. “I figured something was going on there. Must be some good dick the kings are hefting around in their dockers.”

Enzo chuckled softly and drank more.

I downed my glass and refilled it before staring at Enzo, who appeared deep in thought.

“You’re thinking about what it would be like to get your dick sucked by me, huh?” I called out.

Enzo smirked and let out a huff of laughter. “You keep threatening me with it, but I haven’t seen you on your knees yet, Scott.”

“Eh, I’ve been busy, but I’m game if you are. Just to see what it’s like.”

Enzo sat forward and narrowed his eyes at me.

“What?” I stared back at him.

“You really are a little crazy, aren’t you?”

I shrugged. “Been called worse.”

“I’ll tell you what. If Rosalie ever asks us for it, I’ll do it. Deal?”

“Deal. I’ll call you my bitch.” I winked at him.

He snorted, sat back in his seat, and drank again. “Rosalie was good tonight, wasn’t she?”

“The best,” I said softly, my mood shifting. “She’s going places.”

“I know.” Enzo sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Probably sooner than we think.”

I nodded, knowing it was true. Denying it was stupid. We’d had to deal with a little skirmish before heading to the club, which was why we had Anson take her. The entire time I was killing the motherfucker who stole from our warehouse, all I could think about was getting back to her. We’d left the cleanup to our crew of men and had returned to Rosalie as fast as possible. Ethan had waited in the Escalade with Fox because fuck if we needed him freaking out again.

I was eager to get back to her and celebrate. I hadn’t liked seeing her greet Anson’s friend like she did. It pissed me off. The prick held her back like she was his long-lost love. He was lucky I managed to keep my gun from coming out because all I wanted to do was plant a bullet between his eyes.

“What will we do?” I asked. “If she leaves soon? If shit comes together for her? After seeing her perform tonight, I know it will happen, man.”

“We let her,” he said softly. “We promised her she’d have her dreams.”

“This sucks.” I let my head rest against the back of the couch. “She’s going to leave us. You know she will.”

“She won’t. She’s going to be my wife,” Enzo said. “If she tries to leave, we’ll find her. I’m never letting her go. At least, not for long.”

I looked at him to see the seriousness of his words on his face.

“Promise? If she leaves, we drag her sexy little ass back?”

“Promise, brother. She’s ours.”

I nodded, relaxing a little bit.

At least he was on my side. That’s all I needed to feel better about shit because if Enzo made a promise, he kept it.