Page 132 of When We Fall: Part One
“Fuck, baby, I’d love you if you were a slug. Being slimy doesn’t scare me. In fact, I love a wet pussy.” He was on her in a heartbeat, kissing her lips, his hand beneath her skirt.
I shook my head. “Cole, man. Come on. We’re talking here. You can annoy her with your worm later.”
Cole broke away from Rosalie and looked at me. “I don’t have a fucking worm, De Luca. It’s a goddamn anaconda, and you know it. Say it. Say my dick is an anaconda. Say it.”
“For fuck’s sake.” Fox rubbed his eyes. “Can’t we ever have a normal conversation?”
“This is normal. Say it, De Luca. Say my dick is an anaconda, and I slay pussy. Go on. Fucking say it.”
“Fine. Your dick is an anaconda, and you slay pussy. Now, can you focus?” I said, rolling my eyes at him.
He narrowed his eyes back at me. “OK, now tell my dick you’re sorry.” He unzipped his pants and pulled his very hard big cock out, and stroked it. “Go on. You hurt his feelings by calling him a worm. Look. He’s crying.” A bead of moisture dangled from the tip.
“I’m not apologizing to your dick,” I said.
“Apologize or fucking choke on it,” he shot back. “On your knees either way.”
The room went silent as I stared him down. “You wouldn’t know what to do if I got on my knees, Scott, so don’t sit there acting like you would. You or your anaconda. Both fucking clueless.”
“I oughta choke you with it,” he muttered, stuffing it into his pants and pulling Rosalie back into his arms. “When you least expect it, I’ll strike. BAM. Anaconda right to your fucking face, De Luca.”
“Back on subject,” Fox called out. “Please.”
“Right. Enzo.” Cole looked to me. “What can you move around?”
“I can do Mondays. Maybe Thursdays. I should be the one dropping out since I’m not going to do shit with a college degree. Don’t think I can major in murdering,” I muttered.
Rosalie left Cole’s hold, then came to me and slid onto my lap. Immediately, I wound my arms around her and tugged her against my body, relief flooding through me. She didn’t hate me.
“What would you be if you could be anything in the world?” she asked. “No mafia. Just you. Just Enzo.”
No one had ever asked me that before. I’d never even really considered what I’d be. I was majoring in some basic-ass business degree that I had no desire to do, but my parentsdemanded I have a college education. I figured maybe I’d go into law at some point. I don’t know what for, but fuck it. Whatever.
“I guess I don’t really know,” I answered truthfully. “Maybe music?”
Rosalie’s eyes widened. “Really?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I’d probably go be a high school band teacher.”
Cole chortled from across the room. “Fucking band geek.”
Rosalie shushed him. “Really?”
“Yeah. I liked high school. I like music. I know how to play a few things. I can write music. Seems like a good fit for me.”
“You don’t do those things anymore,” she said, her green eyes raking over my face. “I remember when you helped me with my song for the musical. I haven’t seen you with your guitar in forever.”
I nodded tightly. “Life, you know?”
She kissed my cheek gently before she whispered in my ear. “Don’t forget who you are, Enzo. I haven’t.”
I closed my eyes at her words, my heart hurting.
It seemed like I’d forgotten a lot in such a short amount of time. I hated it.
“Promise me?” She pulled away and stared at me.
“Promise,” I answered, giving her a sad smile. “I’ll work on that.”
