Page 237 of When We Fall: Part Two
I had a lot of work to do on myself before I was ready for her. Right now, I wasn’t good for shit.
That just made me hate myself even more.
SEVENTY-FOUR
COLE
Iwaited in a dark spot outside Enzo’s house on his wedding night. The estate was huge and surrounded by trees, so he’d have a long jog to get to me. He’d told me he wasn’t going to fuck her, but I wasn’t an idiot. I knew how the fuck these games were played. To keep the ball rolling, he was just going to do what he had to do.
It was fucking disgusting, but it was what it was.
It put me in a shit mood because the bitch had the tits to approach me at the wedding when Enzo was being congratulated. She’d asked if I wanted to join her tonight with Enzo.
I did my best not to punch her in the fucking face.
Instead, I said I was going to fuck her bridesmaid instead, which only made her huff and puff before rushing off to find whatever bitch she thought I wanted.
None of them.
I didn’t want a single one of them.
I pulled Rosalie’s necklace from my pocket and stared down at it. I kept it on me. I guess it was a way for me to feel close to her. Swallowing, I put it around my neck and fastened it.
I’d been itching for this night to end forever now.
Elijah texted me to say Ethan had an OK night and was now in bed. Said he only cried twice and mentioned dying once.
I called that fucking progress.
I stared down at the time.
Two in the fucking morning.
I lay back in my seat, hoping to fuck Enzo would hurry up so we could get to the actual good part of the night.
My phone buzzed, and I looked to see a message from Enzo. It was just a picture of Celeste in bed, clearly naked beneath the sheets. I grimaced and darkened the screen.
Enzo: Bitch is out. I’m on the way.
There was a knock on the passenger window a moment later, and I unlocked the door. Enzo got in, dressed in black, looking like he’d run all the way to me.
“She is as good a lay as she is a bitch?” I asked sourly.
“Sloppiest bitch I’ve never had my cock in,” he replied. “So no, she makes a better bitch.”
“How’d you get off? Thinking about me?”
He shot me a sour look. “No. I didn’t get off. Dick. I faked it. Drugged her ass.”
“I got off. You know who I was thinking about.”
Our Rosalie.
“Let’s go,” Enzo said tightly.
I started the car, and we drove off into the night.
I hadto hand it to Enzo, the guy knew what he was doing as we quietly entered Vander Veer’s house through the back door. He used a device to override the security codes, allowing us entry. He’d rerouted the security videos to loop.
