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“Cole is smart. He’s tough. I’m sure he’s fine,” Fox said thickly.

“Maybe Anson has heard from them,” I said, really hoping he had. I knew he wasn’t talking to Rosalie, but he was all over. I doubted he hadn’t been keeping tabs on her even in his absence.

Not waiting for an answer, I hit call on Anson’s name. It rang several times before going to voicemail. Frustrated, I called twice more before sending him a text I hoped he’d read.

Ethan: Rosalie and Cole are missing. They’ve been gone since yesterday. Have you heard anything?

“Maybe he’ll answer,” Fox murmured, visibly swallowing as Enzo sank onto a chair. Fox took a spot on the loveseat.

Within moments, my phone was ringing, Anson’s name on the screen. I glanced at the guys before answering.

“Hey—” I started, but Anson cut me off.

“I haven’t heard from Rosalie in ages. What happened?” Anson demanded, his voice shaking.

“We had a fight. When we woke, she was gone. So was Cole. Neither have their phones, and she’s not wearing her tracking jewelry. We don’t know where they are.”

Anson swore softly. “What can I do?”

“You’ve not heard anything?” I ventured.

“Had I, you’d already know it,” he said. “I’ll come over.”

“You don’t need to?—”

“I’ll be there in a minute.” The line disconnected. I looked to the guys.

“He’s on his way over. He hasn’t heard anything.”

Enzo scrubbed his hand down his face and said nothing while Fox gave me a nod. We sat in silence for what felt like forever,with no sense of where to go from here. Enzo had sent men out to look, but so far, no one had seen or heard from them.

It wasn’t like either of them to do this. I was nearing my breaking point.

If something happened to either of them…

“E, it’s going to be OK,” Fox called out, pulling me out of my morbid thoughts. “Cole would die to keep her safe.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” I whispered thickly.

The doorbell rang, and Fox gave me a quick look before he went to answer it. Several long seconds later, he reappeared with Anson.

If I thought I was worried, it was nothing compared to the look on Anson’s face.

“Tell me everything,” he said.

I looked at Enzo, who finally pulled his hand away from his face. Fox took a seat on the loveseat, and Anson sat on the couch with me.

“We fucked up,” Enzo said. “She was upset.”

“What did you do?” Anson asked.

Enzo cleared his throat. “We met with Vander Veer. E wasn’t comfortable. Vander Veer brought women out. It got messy. I had to deal with Celeste, and Fox took E home.”

“I was messed up,” I said. “I couldn’t deal and took some sugar. I was blitzed out of my mind.” The sickness about how weak I was churned my guts.

“So you were out there entertaining other women, fucking around while Ethan was struggling, and she found out?” Anson shook his head, his words clipped with venom. “Nice fucking job.”

“It’s not like that,” Enzo snapped. “It wasn’t supposed to be.”