I panicked and searched the house, but found no trace of her. Quickly, I went to my car and raced back to our apartment and went inside, practicing over and over in my head how I was going to tell the guys how badly I’d fucked up.
Enzo and E were both sitting on the couch, the TV on, as I walked in.
“Hey, can we talk?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“Sure.” Enzo nodded for me to sit. “What’s up?”
I looked around and frowned. “Is that a new TV?”
“It is. I’m surprised you noticed,” Enzo said.
E said nothing.
Something was going on.
“What do you want to talk about?” Enzo asked.
“Um, I-I need to tell you guys something.”
“Wait. I have to tell you something first. Actually, I need to show you what I’m doing upstairs.” Enzo got to his feet.
“Enzo, man, I need to talk to you?—”
“I know, but this is really important. I’ve been waiting all day for you to get home so I can show you.”
I sighed, knowing he wouldn’t relent, so I followed him upstairs.
“Tell me what you think,” he said, opening the door to the spare room. I stared inside to find Rosalie sleeping peacefully in the bed.
I swallowed hard, relief flooding through me. She was safe. Thank fuck.
“I can explain.”
Enzo closed her door and shoved me hard against the wall.
“I sure fucking hope so,” he snarled. “Because her very big, very pissed off husband was here to tear apart our apartmentand punch me in the face before he pressed his bat to my fucking throat. Riot was here when it happened.”
“Fuck, man. I-I’m sorry—” I started, but Enzo smacked me several times on the head.
“You fucking idiot! What the fuck is the matter with you? Huh? Why did you fucking think kidnapping her was a good idea? Huh? What the fuck, Cole!” He slammed me against the wall and hit me again.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry! I-I missed her?—”
“I miss my fucking parents, but you don’t see me out in the fucking cemetery digging up their bodies! What the fuck! The problems you just started! Fucking Church gets wind of this, and we’re dead. Do you understand that? Riot will be without his father. Do you fucking want E to get killed over this shit? Do you want me to get killed? You? Huh? Think, motherfucker!” He hit me again. “I told you to fucking stop! I fucking told you! You never fucking listen!” He slammed me once more against the wall.
“I know. I fucking know! I’m sorry!” I cried, hating myself for the shit storm I’d caused. Enzo’s eyes were black and blue. His lip was busted. An ugly bruise graced his cheek.
Fuck. Her husband had to be a big guy to get the upper hand on Enzo.
I swallowed hard.
“I’ll take the fall. It’s all on me,” I whispered. “You guys will be safe. I won’t let anything happen?—”
“Fucking idiot!” Enzo released me and stormed away, leaving me standing there, tears on my face.
I knew I’d messed up.
I’d messed up even more by fucking her. Of course, I wouldn’t have fucked her if I wasn’t high on the wrong fucking sugar.
