Page 309 of When We Fall: Part Two
“It means you truly do not know your father the way you think you do.”
He didn’t elaborate. Instead, he left the room without another word.
I had a feeling he was right, though. I didn’t know my father as well as I had hoped. Maybe it was time I did.
NINETY-SEVEN
ROSALIE
Dante slapped at Stitches, making Stitches cackle as they sat at the dining room table.
In the time I’d been here, I’d noticed they were pretty intense people with sporadic outbursts of violence.
It was one of those moments because Dante was throwing toast at Stitches, who was dodging them like he was in the Matrix. Stitches fired back with an egg. It hit Dante in the chest and broke, splattering his white shirt with bits of uncooked egg.
I let out a squeal as Dante dove toward Stitches, knocking his plate off the table.
“Sorry about them,” Ashes said, placing a plate of waffles in front of me. “They do this shit all the time. Baby, you want pancakes or waffles?” He looked to Sirena, who was watching Dante and Stitches wrestle on the floor, each calling the other colorful names.
She signed, and Ashes chuckled before putting pancakes on her plate.
She looked at me and smiled before shaking her head. It was hard to communicate with her, but Dante had been teaching me sign language. She was eager when I asked how she was, and she quickly replied that she was happy I was there with them.
Watching Dante and the guys dote on her made my heart ache, reminding me of the life I once had. Dante was good to her. Maybe a little strict and overprotective, but I understood why, considering who his father was and the dangers within this world.
Sylar came into the apartment, his black hair windswept.
“Watchers. I have news,” he proclaimed.
Dante kicked Stitches once more before untangling himself from him as Stitches groaned, calling him a prick.
“What is it?” Dante demanded, getting to his feet.
“Tate Riley was spotted north of here. You know what that means,” Sylar said.
“They’re still in the city.” Dante got to his feet. “Where was he seen?”
“None other than your father’s club on the north end.”
“He’s likely in a safe house. Didn’t the tunnels extend into the north end?” Ashes asked.
“They… don’t.” Dante frowned. “They stop in the city center and extend in other directions. He wanted to expand to the north end, but to my knowledge, he wasn’t able to.”
“I’d say that’s a lie,” Sin grunted. I’d spent an evening with Sin while everyone was out and Sirena was sleeping. He was a quiet, grumpy sort, but he was kind. He’d told me his story, which broke my heart. His own father tried to murder/suicide them, and he’d survived. It seemed all the guys were bonded through trauma.
“So what are we going to do?” Shadow asked, sliding orange juice to Sirena, who was focused on Dante. “I’ve never heard of the north end having the tunnels. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t, though.”
“Same,” Sylar murmured, frowning. “It’s odd that I’d never know about it.”
“He’s a prick cocksucker,” Stitches muttered, sliding into a seat next to me and spearing a waffle. “He has a lot of secrets.”
I watched as Stitches’s hands shook as he angrily stabbed his waffle again. The evening I’d spent with him was enlightening. He’d told me in great detail the things he wanted to do to Everett once he caught him.
I told him I’d pay for the plastic to wrap his body in.
Sirena’s hands moved fast as she spoke, her colorful eyes wide.
“Specter, it’s a lead. It’s something,” Dante said gently. “We’ll follow up on it.”
