“Then what happened to your foot?”
“I-I tried to escape and made a rope from my old dresses. I tried to climb out of the balcony in my old room after Cole chased me upstairs. My rope broke, and I fell.”
He nodded, not saying a word as his dark eyes took me in.
“Did he… force himself on you?”
“No,” I whispered. “He didn’t.”
Enzo nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer.
“I’m going to call your husband and have him come get you. I need to talk to Cole first, if you don’t mind. Your husband broke into my house and scared my son. I do not want these things happening again, so you understand if I need a day or two to get things calmed, right?”
“I do,” I said softly.
“OK. Do you need anything?”
“I’m thirsty and a little hungry.”
“I’ll make sure you have food and drink. Anything else?”
I shook my head, my throat tight. He was so formal. Like he didn’t care about me at all. Like all his feelings were long gone. Dante told me not to go looking, and he was right. He said it hurt too much.
“I have something for you,” Enzo said softly. “Give me your hand.”
I held my hand out for him. He slipped my wedding rings onto my finger gently.
“There. I figured you’d want those back.”
I wiped quickly at my eyes. “Thank you.”
“Of course. I’ll get you something to eat and drink.” He left the room without looking back, the door closing softly behind him.
I thought our reunion would be painful, but I never thought it would hurt that much.
Guess life was full of surprises like that.
26
COLE
Iwas going to release her. My plan was to call Church and just come out and tell him everything and hope he didn’t kill me. But honestly, even if he did, I wouldn’t give a fuck.
I’d hurt her. Fucked her. Hell, I didn’t even have the joy of remembering it, but it must have been a hell of a good time because my ass was sore, and she’d definitely fucked me in it.
I wandered into the basement and pulled my key out. I inserted it into the lock and pushed the door open. I hadn’t seen her in two days, at least when she was awake.
“Rosalie,” I started, but my words stalled as I took in the empty bed. “Rosalie?”
I raced to the bathroom, hoping to find her there, but she wasn’t. I came back to the living area and searched the small space, my stomach sick as I realized she was gone.
How? How could she fucking leave? There was no way she could get out of here.
I swallowed hard.
The very real fear of her being taken rushed through me. This was serious.
I had to tell Enzo and E. We needed to find her. They’d freak out on me, but I didn’t give a shit. Someone had taken her.
