Page 195 of When We Fall: Part One
I nodded. “If you so choose. You may rest up here, and we’ll ensure you’re never found if that’s how you want to do things. You can take Bianca, keep her safe, and live a better life. The choice is yours.”
Vincent frowned. I pushed on.
“You can discuss it with Dom and Levin—even Fallon. Let us know. Stay here until you decide. No one will know you’re here,” I said gently.
“And Anson and Trent aren’t turncoats and going to run back and tell Matteo?” Vincent asked, raising a brow at me.
“I’d rather die than betray family,” Anson cut in fiercely. Trent nodded beside him and took another drink.
“Family?” Vincent asked.
“It’s something he needs to speak to Dom about,” I said, clearing my throat. “Tomorrow.”
“I’ll speak to Dom,” Vincent murmured. He glanced at Drake, who stared back at him with a pained expression. I shot a quicklook at my guys to see if they noticed. Fox winced and looked away.
There wasn’t a doubt in my mind something happened between Drake and Bianca. It would end up being a shit show when the truth came out. Hopefully, the guys didn’t kill him. I was starting to like the Russian informant.
“OK. There’s food in the kitchen. E ordered some pizza. Grab some and get it to your guys. Rest up. You’re safe here.” I said, focusing on Vincent again. “We’ll talk further tomorrow. Sound good?”
“I’m agreeable.” Vincent got to his feet.
“There are extra rooms on the third floor,” Fox said. “Drake, Trent, and Anson will be up there also.”
“Thanks, but I’m going to sleep with Dom and B.” Vincent glanced at Drake, an unreadable expression on his face. I had a feeling he already knew what happened. “I’ll, uh, see you guys in the morning.”
“Don’t get too loud,” Cole said, winking at Vincent. Vincent smiled and shook his head.
“Have a good night, Vin. Sleep well,” I said.
“Thanks, man. We appreciate all of this.”
“I know you’d do it for us.” I inclined my head at him.
Vincent left us and I blew a breath and stared at everything.
“That went well. Better than I hoped,” I said.
“Yeah, but Dominic doesn’t know,” Anson muttered, raking his fingers through his hair. “He’s the one we need to impress.”
He wasn’t wrong.
“In time. Let’s get to bed, though. God knows what tomorrow will bring.” I gestured for everyone to adjourn for the night. Trent, Drake, and Anson left with quick goodbyes, and I sat staring at the guys.
“So?” I asked.
“I’m going to bed,” Fox muttered. “Tonight has just been too fucking much.”
He didn’t say another word. He stood. E didn’t wait. He gave us a wave and followed Fox out. I had no doubt they were going upstairs to Rosalie.
I sat in silence with Cole for a long time before he spoke.
“I hate Anson,” he muttered.
I chuckled. “Me too, brother. Me too.”
My hatred was only growing, but there wasn’t shit I could do about it. He was trying to take Rosalie, and it was still eating at me.
I trusted her, so I’d let it slide.
