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PART TWO

THE CRASH

ONE

FOX

“What’s wrong?” I asked tightly as Rosalie rushed to me, tears on her cheeks. Immediately, I was on my feet, thinking we were under attack.

I grabbed her, tucked her under my arm, and looked around the crowded club as she clung to me.

“Where’s Anson?” I called out.

Ryder frowned and glanced at Trent, who wordlessly stepped away and weaved himself through the crowd to look for him. She’d been dancing with him only moments ago.

“I-I don’t know. He’s in the back of the club.” Rosalie wiped at her eyes, slurring her words. “I want to go home.”

I ground my teeth and looked at Ryder.

“Tell him to call me if you see him,” I said tightly.

Ryder crinkled his brows, nodded at me, and then took Rosalie’s hands, pulling her away from me. I watched as he hugged her and said something I wasn’t privy to in her ear. It didn’t matter. I didn’t need two guesses to know what had gone down and why she was upset.

He’d made the move, and she’d rejected him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

That opened up a whole new set of fucking issues.

Ryder released her, and I quickly took her hand and led her outside to my Jeep. I waved to our men before getting Rosalie into her seat.

Once I was inside, I started the engine and left the club. It seemed that Anson hadn’t told Ryder and Trent about our deal, and that he was making a move on her, because they both did their best to distract me from going to Rosalie.

I’d have been lying if I said I wasn’t a ball of tension the entire time.

But in true Rosie fashion, she remained loyal.

At least that’s how her tears seemed.

“What happened?” I asked softly as we drove through the city, the streetlights flashing into the car now and then.

“He-He asked me to kiss him. I said no. I-I told him we are only friends and that’s all we’ll ever be. That I want him to move on from me for good.” She let out a soft sob.

I sighed and reached for her hand. She gripped it tightly without a word. Instead, she cried softly the rest of the way home.

When we got there, I cut the engine in the garage and turned to her.

“Did you want to?” I asked gently. “To kiss him?”

She nodded miserably. “But I love you. I love the guys. Enzo and Cole told me it’ll never happen. It’s not fair to him to keep waiting for me. He’s so wonderful.” She sniffled, more tears snaking down her cheeks. “He deserves so much more than me. I-I let him go. For good. Cole would kill him. I-I’m just trying to save us all.” She sobbed softly again.

“I’ll take you to him,” I offered, my voice low. “If you want him, Rosie, I’ll take you to him.”

Her head snapped up, and her eyes widened as she stared at me.

“What?”

“Baby, I love you, but this life isn’t for you. He can make you happy. I think you should go to him.”