Page 50 of When We Fall: Part One
Anson shot me a look that said he didn’t believe me, but he kept going and pulled into the Fuse parking lot.
We both got out, and he locked the doors before we bypassed the line and went straight to the bouncer outside the door.
“I’m Alessandro, and I’m here to see Matteo,” Anson said, ignoring the protests from the crowd about us cutting.
The man looked at his list for a moment before nodding and stepping aside for us to enter.
“The Place is nice,” I said, taking in how massive the interior was: strobing lights, loud music, a huge dance floor, loads of tables with four different bars. I caught the stairs leading up to the VIP section, which I assumed was where Anson would go to meet Matteo. Making sure I knew where all the exits were, I felt satisfied that I’d be just fine.
Anson glanced around, seemingly doing what I did, before speaking.
“I’m meeting him in the VIP. If you need me, shoot.”
I chuckled at that. These days, I never left home without a weapon on me. He clapped me on the shoulder and went upstairs, turning heads from females as he passed by.
Deciding I should try to blend in, I went to the bar and ordered a drink, slightly irritated at the cost of it.
“Hey.” A blonde rubbed up against me as I took a seat on a stool.
I cast her a quick look before shifting away.
“I’ve never seen you here before,” she continued, moving her hand to my arm. I stared down at the motion, my irritation rising.
“Don’t touch me,” I snarled, jerking my arm away from her.
She blinked at me, apparently confused by my reaction, her cheeks appearing to darken beneath the strobing lights. At least, that’s what I told myself.
“Dick,” she muttered, turning on her heel and storming away.
I sipped at my drink until another girl approached me, doing pretty much the same thing the last one did. Again, I scared her off. By the time the third girl approached, I was desperate to get home to my Rosie.
With a glance to the VIP area, I sent out a silent prayer that Anson would hurry his ass up. My patience was running thin.
Maybe I would start shooting. At least Cole would be proud of me if nothing else.
EIGHTEEN
ANSON
“Alessandro.” Matteo greeted me by getting to his feet and giving me a hug. I hugged him back, noting Alessio and Klaus watching. I wondered if they ever thought about their own sons and the lack of relationships they had with them.
“Father,” I said, pulling away.
He smiled at me and gestured to sit. I took a seat in the large leather booth and watched Klaus eye me from his seat. I hadn’t forgotten my run-in with him from the last time I’d gone to see my father. I liked that he was so loyal, but I also hated it because it was apparent he was willing to die for him. If I killed him, I knew my father would never forgive me. It was why I was trying hard not to create bad blood between me and the German prick.
I cleared my throat, hoping Fox was faring well in the lower level.
“I was curious how things were going,” Matteo started. “Was the information you gained useful?”
“I suppose it would have been had someone not gotten there before me.”
Matteo raised his brows at me. “That’s unfortunate. So I’m guessing you were unable to attain the woman you love?”
“Yep. She’s not mine,” I said, lifting the glass of scotch he poured for me to my lips and slamming it back. My heart was a mess over everything.
“I’m guessing a little dragon got in the way then.”
I blinked in confusion at him. “What?”
