Page 8 of When We Fall: Part Two

“I can’t fucking wait to marry you. God, Rosalie. You were made for me, baby. Forever will never be long enough.” I pulled out of her and pushed back in.

She kissed me harder. Deeper. I picked up my pace, feeling her pussy beginning to tighten around my dick.

“Oh, baby. Come for me. Let me hear you.” I moved faster. Her back arched, her breasts smashed to my chest as she came.

“Oh my god. E-Enzo,” she cried out, her body trembling as her release rushed through her.

I followed, unloading deep inside her, my breathing harsh as I came down from the incredible pleasure.

“I love you so fucking much,” I said breathlessly, kissing her again. “So fucking much, Rosalie. I know I’ve been a prick lately, but I swear I’m going to make it worth it. You are everything to me.”

“I believe you,” she murmured, cradling my face.

I closed my eyes, my heart swelling. I’d been so confused lately. I didn’t like her and the guys to know how terrified I was. I had to be the strong one. The tough one. They all looked to me for direction. Lately, I felt like I was just a supreme fuck-up, risking my family for a kingdom I didn’t deserve.

But fuck, that kingdom was for them. It was proof of my love. Of my promise. I just wanted my family to be happy and together. To be safe. To be mine.

Maybe that made me selfish, but fuck it. I had to fight for us, even if it was ugly.

I kissed her slowly again, relishing in everything that was her. Eventually, I pulled free from her body and wrapped her in my arms as we stared up at the stars.

“Do you want to talk about anything?” I asked softly, tracing small circles on her soft skin.

She snuggled tighter against my chest.

“I need to talk to my parents,” she murmured. “I don’t hear from them. Mom hasn’t tried to be part of the wedding. Dad is… Dad. I don’t even know if they’re coming to the engagement party. I-I won’t have my dad to walk me down the aisle.” Her voice shook before she sniffled.

I held her tighter and pressed a fierce kiss to the top of her head.

“We’ll get it sorted,” I assured her gently.

“Foxy said he’d walk me,” she continued, her voice shaking.

I licked my lips. “Fox is a good man. He’d be perfect for the job.”

“He’s the best.” She went quiet on me again.

I held her through the silence, knowing more was going on with her, but I also knew it had to do with Anson and her future. I didn’t want to ruin our evening by pushing for her to talk to me about it, so I continued to hold her in my arms beneath the stars.

Later that night,I sat in my office with my phone pressed to my ear as it rang. I knew how upset Rosalie was about the lack of communication from her parents. I didn’t like my girl upset. There was a metric fuck ton of shit in this world I couldn’t fix, but this was one of those things that maybe I could.

“Hello?” John, Rosalie’s father, came on the line.

“John. It’s Lorenzo,” I said.

He was quiet for a moment. “Have you called to tell me your lifestyle has killed my daughter?”

I shook my head at his words. “I’m calling to tell you we’ve moved the engagement party closer. We are also shifting the wedding date. Rosalie has been concerned that you and Marcy won’t be able to make it.”

“We won’t be there,” John said. “Let her know?—”

“Listen here, you fucking prick bastard,” I snarled, my anger rising. “This is her fucking wedding. You’re her father. You should be here for her?—”

“And you are a fool playing in hell,” he snapped back. “You have no idea the sort of danger you’re putting her in. It’s easier to let her go than to face what I know will happen to her if she marries you. I know her future,Lorenzo. She’s destined to be buried in a fucking cemetery while you visit her once a month. Don’t you dare lecture me on what’s good for her. I have spent my life trying to do what was good for her. At some point, I have to accept she doesn’t want what’s good for her. She wants… you!” He breathed heavily into the phone.

I was quiet for a moment before speaking.

“John, she is hurting. She needs her parents. Stop fucking failing her,” I snapped into the phone as I tried to control myanger. “If you aren’t going to come, then fucking man up and tell her instead of sitting back and making her hurt more.”