I frowned, trying to work out how or when it would even have happened. “That doesn’t… how?”
“I don’t know.” Anson shrugged. “But he basically said the kid was his, and he didn’t want to talk about it, so we didn’t.”
We were all quiet for a moment before I spoke, my voice soft.
“The underground.”
“Most likely,” Anson said sadly.
“I… I need to tell Ro?—”
“I thought the same,” Klaus said, “but I have since decided that’s a bad idea. She’s gotten a bit close to him again. This is something that needs to come from him, not us. If Ethan is as good of a man as he seems to be, he will come clean.”
“Or he won’t have to because Dante will agree to the new contract terms.” I sighed and rubbed my eyes. “I need to speak to Dante.” I’d spoken to him today to tell him Rosalie was fine and wanted to rest. He’d fought me for a moment before giving in. I called that progress.
“Let it go. For now. Give him a chance to come clean. You know as well as I do that Rosalie will handle Dante if she needs to.” Klaus gave me a pointed look.
He wasn’t wrong. She did have a hold over him.
“Fine,” I agreed, my heart aching for my old friend. He may hate me right now, but I still gave a damn about him.
If I had to guess, Enzo took the fall on all of it, which is why Rosalie was left behind.
Brotherhood above all else.
And I’d wanted her freedom if things went to hell.
In his own fucked up way, Enzo had honored it all.
That definitely changed things if I was right.
34
ROSALIE
“Plane takes off soon,” Anson said, kissing my lips gently. “We should get ready.”
Evan and Klaus were up with Ellis, making breakfast, and Anson was still lying in bed with me.
I grabbed his hand and brought him back as he tried to get up.
He came immediately.
“Baby?” he murmured.
“D-Did Evan tell you—” I couldn’t even finish my sentence. My heart pounded just thinking about Cole. He always had a way of leaving wreckage in his damn storm. This time was no exception, it would seem.
It angered me that I’d let myself open my heart up again. I thought I’d be able to hold off any emotion since he pissed me off and broke me, but there I was, hurting once again.
“Yes. It sucks so fucking much, but I’m not mad. Neither is Klaus. I promise we’re OK.”
I breathed out, relief flooding through me.
“I-I don’t even remember any of it. I just was sore?—”
He kissed me softly. “I don’t want to know the details, LeeLee. I believe you. I promise you we’re good. We’re going to get married. I’m excited to plan our wedding.”
I cradled his face, my eyes burning with unshed tears. “How did I get so lucky to find you?”
