Page 61 of When We Fall: Part One

“Anson, my office,” Enzo snapped.

“Fuck your office.” Anson turned to Rosalie. “I made a deal with Enzo to bring him information on Bianca. If I found out her whereabouts, Enzo agreed to let me join you guys.”

Motherfucker…

“Anson,” Enzo warned.

“Don’t say another word, prick,” I said, trying to control Rosalie again. She somehow brought her elbow down in her squirming and caught me in the balls, making me loosen my hold. It was all it took for her to dart away from me and closer to E, who didn’t waste a moment getting to his feet to take her hand.

“Ani? What are you talking about?” Rosalie asked, her voice trembling.

“I got the information. I hesitated with it because I knew what this life was like and knew that if Bianca had found a way out, it should be her choice to return. In my hesitation, Drake brought her back.”

Rosalie looked from Anson to Enzo. “Is that true?”

Enzo stared at her as I adjusted my sore boys.Fucking hell, what a mess.Fox was going to get it once this shit was over. He never should have let Ass Hat in the house. He could have left him on the curb with the rest of the trash for raccoons to piss on for all I cared.

“You were going to let him join?” Rosalie pressed.

“Sunshine,” Enzo started.

“No,” she snapped. “You don’t get to decide, Lorenzo De Luca! I fucking decide! You don’t go behind my back and make life-altering decisions for me. For any of us! You have no rightdeciding who I can love!” She took a dangerous step forward as silence descended.

I cast a quick look from Enzo to Fox, who didn’t seem at all upset at this sudden turn of events. In fact, he stared at her in awe. E, however, looked like he was going to throw up.

And Enzo.

I figured he might fly into the same violent rage I was treading near. The moment my balls stopped aching and the vomiting feeling I had washed away, it was game on.

“I have given you more power than you deserve,” she said to Enzo. “Because I trusted you with it. All you’ve been proving to me lately is that I was wrong.”

“Rosalie,” Enzo started gruffly. “It’s business?—”

“My life, my feelings, aren’t a fucking business deal you can barter with!” She stalked forward and stopped in front of him.

“I understand that. I needed the information?—”

I didn’t think she had it in her. Apparently, neither did anyone else because the crack of her slap across Enzo’s face reverberated around the room, making us all stare dumbfounded as Enzo’s head snapped sideways from her hit.

She wasted no time moving forward to speak in Enzo’s ear, her words not for us.

It didn’t matter, though.

I knew my Rosebud well enough to know when she was playing hardball.

My balls knew it, too.

TWENTY-TWO

ENZO

“If I want him, I will take him,” she snarled softly into my ear. “I decide when, where, and how. Not you. It’s never been your choice to make. The fact I haven’t should have shown you long ago where my devotion is.”

“But you want to,” I whispered back to her, my voice thick. My ears were still ringing from her slap, the heat of her handprint surely on my face, marking me.

She backed away from me, shaking her head.

“Rosie,” Fox called out as she turned on her heel to leave.