“It’s a good morning to have a good morning,” Cole said, grinning like a fool.
E chuckled softly and clapped him on the shoulder as they took the seats across from me.
“I had a rough night,” I started.
“Sorry,” Cole said, immediately knowing what I was referring to. “I didn’t mean for that… I mean, I didn’t expect it. Things just sort of happened, you know?”
“What happened?” E pressed, smirking at him.
“A gentleman never tells,” Cole replied.
I snorted. “I could hear you railing into her pussy for hours last night. You don’t need to tell.”
Cole narrowed his eyes at me. “I’m sorry you heard that, but again, I’m not going to talk about it.”
I blinked at his seriousness. Cole always bragged to us when he fucked Rosalie.
“We’ve all been there before,” I muttered. “It’s not like we don’t know what she’s like.”
“Mediocre?” Cole raised his brows at me.
I looked away, my throat tight.
“Yeah, dick. She told me what you said to her,” he continued. “That’s fucked up, even for you.”
“Wait. What?” E asked.
“Enzo told Rosalie he wasted two years of his life fucking her mediocre pussy,” Cole said.
I winced at his words. I’d been so fucking out of line and had regretted my words immediately.
“What the fuck? There’s nothing about Rosalie that’s mediocre—” E said, his voice holding an edge of anger in it.
“I was angry. I let my anger speak,” I mumbled.
“Yeah, well, you ever speak to my girl like that again, and I will lay you on your ass,” Cole said, glaring at me.
I scoffed. “Your girl? She looks like she’s Anson’s girl?—”
“She’sours,” he said softly, his voice shaking.
I stared at him, my throat tight.
“Officially?” E asked, his voice low.
“I-I think so. There’s a lot that has to happen, but yeah. For all intents and purposes, she’s my girl. I got her back.”
“What has to happen?” I asked.
Cole said nothing as he stared down at his hands clasped in his lap.
“Cole?” I pressed.
“Uh, well, a stipulation is that I, uh, sort of have to… leave.”
“Leave?” I raised my brows and looked over at E. “What the hell does that mean?”
Cole blew out a breath. “It means that I need to walk away from this life and embrace a new one. It’s their rules. If I want tobe with her and in my daughter’s life, I need to walk out of this one. For good.” He didn’t look at me as he said the words softly.
