Page 348 of When We Fall: Part Two

“I-I need a minute.” He left the room, his door closing softly behind him.

“He’s probably glad it’s over with.” Cole shook his head. “God knows I’ll be glad.” He paused. “What are you going to do once she’s dead?”

“I don’t know. Buy us a house, probably.”

“What about Rosalie?”

“I don’t know,” I repeated. “I think we need to sort the baby stuff and E first, then we can talk about it.”

Cole frowned but nodded. He’d been on my ass almost every day, asking when we would bring her home. And every day, I gave him a different excuse.

The truth was, I wasn’t that guy anymore. I still loved her endlessly, but I knew I could never forgive myself for my role in her heartbreak. I’d never forgive myself for shit when it came to her.

In my mind, I deserved to suffer without her. It seemed a fitting punishment.

I wasn’tsure when I’d make the call to Sylar to set things in motion. I sipped at my whiskey in my office, tired out of my mind. Christian was with the baby, and Celeste was asleep.

We’d fought earlier in the evening when I wouldn’t fuck her. She’d stormed into the bedroom and locked herself in. I didn’t give a shit.

I groaned, stretching, before I opened my laptop and typed in Rosalie’s name. I pulled up her social media. It hadn’t been updated in months, but it didn’t stop me from looking at it.

Sighing, I checked Anson’s. Same deal. Nothing.

I’d sent guys out to California to check on her, but everything came up blank. She seemed to have disappeared. I’d only seen Anson once since he’d left with her. It was when Matteo died. He’d come into town with Trent for the services.

We didn’t speak. We’d only looked at one another from across the street since I wasn’t about to go into the service. Rosalie wasn’t with him.

I’d only gone there to see if she was. Another way to punish myself, I suppose.

Sighing, I closed the laptop and sat back in my seat. Dante Church was cleaning up a lot of shit in this city. His underground was up and running.

He really was judge and jury.

The Ghosts of the Underground.

I rubbed my eyes, doing all I could to stay off their fucking list. Luckily, he’d only knocked on my door once to remind me he was still watching my ass and that I’d treaded too close to histerritory. I promised to move my warehouse so as not to piss him off.

It had been silent since.

I was about to fall asleep in my chair when my phone rang. I answered it to Cole’s voice.

“I’m bored,” he said. “Want to come over and jerk off with me?”

I laughed at that. “No. I’m going to bed.”

The baby let out an ear-shattering scream. Immediately, I was on my feet.

“What’s happening?” Cole demanded, clearly hearing the baby’s cries. “Enzo?”

“Get here.” I hung up, my guts churning because the baby never cried like that, and raced to his room to find Christian knocked out and Celeste holding a knife to the baby’s throat. He was bleeding.

Fuck. He was bleeding everywhere.

“Put the knife down,” I said, holding my hands out to her. “Please. Give me the baby.”

“You love him more than me. I married you because you said you loved me! I made this baby for you to love me!” she shrieked, her knife catching the baby again.His cries grew more intense.

“Please, Celeste. Don’t. Don’t fucking hurt him.” My throat was tight. I didn’t even have my fucking gun on me. If I knocked her down, the baby would be hurt too.