Page 347 of When We Fall: Part Two
Cole turned the TV off, and E sat forward.
“She’s losing it. I can’t even leave her with the baby without having the guys there. I don’t trust her.”
“Fuck her then,” Cole said. “That’s all she wants. You stopped playing the part when the baby was born. Now she’s pissed. She’s going to fucking kill you if you don’t kill her. You know she will. Bitch is nuts.”
I grunted. It was definitely something I considered. I slept on the floor of the baby’s room and locked it at night because I didn’t trust her ass. She accused me of loving the baby more than her.
She wasn’t wrong.
My phone rang, Sylar’s name on the screen.
“One million for our services,” Sylar’s deep voice met my ear. “And we want Splice, the club you just acquired, as well as Tate Riley and Mikhail Ivanov if you’re able to snag them first.”
“That’s a lot of fucking money for a dumb bitch,” I said. Splice was going to be huge. The area was perfect. After Matteo’s death, I acquired it from Dominic for pennies on the dollar. A gift to me, he called it. A way to solidify our alliance in the city since he was the new king in town.
“Then have a bonfire on your own.” He hung up on me, making me let out a hiss of irritation.
“How much?” Cole asked.
“A mill, Splice, and they want Tate and Mikhail if we grab them first.”
“You make a million every five minutes.” Cole rolled his eyes. “Fucking give it to them and be free of the bitch. I’m tired of waiting around for shit to change. Every damn day you don’t act, Rosalie gets further away from us.”
“Two thousand seventeen miles away,” E murmured. “Give or take.”
Cole scowled at him and turned back to me. “Do it, man. We can get more clubs. Dom will understand. He hates that cunt too. Plus, with the Ghosts having the Russians, you know Dom and the guys would love to have a place to fuck their lives up. I don’t see a downside.”
I blew out a breath and called Sylar back.
“Deal,” I said.
“Perfect. Cash only. Draw up the paperwork. We’ll collect on receipt.”
“Which is when?” I asked.
“Mm, let’s see. She’s going to lose it in about forty-eight hours officially, so anytime you make the call. We need about an hour, so factor that in.”
“Got it,” I said.
“Oh, and Lorenzo?”
“Yes?”
“It won’t kill him, but he will suffer. It’s a necessary evil.”
I frowned. “What?”
“Talk soon. Toodles.” The line clicked off again.
I sighed and shook my head. The guy was certifiably insane.
“So?” Cole asked.
“It’s done.”
E got to his feet, looking like he was going to be sick.
“Are you OK?” I asked.
