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Enzo let out a groan. “I swear if he left a dick-shaped bruise on my face, I’ll beat his ass.”

I traced my fingers along his cheek. “It’s a good look for you.”

He snorted before his lips met mine again, his fingers twining around my wrists over my head as he moved to level himself over me.

“Can you take me again?” he asked softly.

“Once more,” I whispered, wanting to do this for him.

“My good girl.” And just like that, he was back inside me, working me over. Cole came back into the room and grabbedhis phone, recording the whole thing with a smile. I was used to them recording me.

My, how times have changed.

FORTY-SEVEN

FOX

Training had gone well, and E had been happy snapping photos. We grabbed some food for everyone on the way home. It was a great night, ending with E and me taking Rosalie in a bubble bath while Enzo and Cole went out to meet with someone. I had no doubt in my mind that Enzo would most likely kill someone tonight because some product had gone missing.

Rosalie’s face showed her concern, and I hated that she even had to worry about this stupid shit. To take her mind off it all, we fucked her in the bath before taking her back to the bed, where I watched E make sweet love to her as was his way.

Finally, they both fell asleep while I stared at Rosalie’s ceiling. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, so I grabbed it and checked the message from Cole.

Cole: We’re going to be late. It’s not going well. Enzo got a name. You know he’s a fucking dog with a bone and won’t stop until we have this prick with the sticky fingers.

Fox: Do you need me to help?

I prayed he’d say no. I hated being anywhere near any of that shit. I’d do it, but I definitely wasn’t going to enjoy it.

Cole: No. We’re fine. Enzo has a few guys coming, and Emilio is on his way. Don’t wait up.

I sighed and let my phone sit on my abdomen as I thought about how fucked this life was. How much I hated it. If I didn’t use Matteo’s coin, I’d likely head off to the NFL. Leaving Rosalie behind wasn’t an option. Either I turned down any offers, or I died to save her. She’d never let me turn down the offer, and as Enzo’s wife, he’d never let her go with me.

It was all still weighing heavily on me.

So far, I was still willing to die. It seemed like the best way to get her out of here. She’d hurt for a while, but Anson would take her in a heartbeat. I knew it. Not only had he promised, but he loved her. He wasn’t ever going to stay gone for long, that much I knew.

My phone buzzed again. I silently prayed that it wasn’t Cole with bad news. I picked it up and stared down at a message from Anson.

Anson: Can you meet me tonight?

I frowned at his message. It was already past ten.

Fox: Yeah. Where? Everything OK?

Anson: My place. I just want to talk.

I glanced over to Rosalie. She was nestled up with E. She’d sleep all night, providing that neither of them had a nightmare.It had been a long time since she’d had one, and E hadn’t had one since his mood had improved. He’d started seeing a therapist once a week, so I figured that was helping. He didn’t like talking about it, so we didn’t push it. I was grateful he was working on things.

The fact that I was going to die to save Rosalie let me know he very well could spiral. I had faith Cole and Enzo would keep him safe, though. I fucking prayed for it. And hell. Maybe he’d leave with Anson and Rosalie. That would be the perfect way for shit to end.

I got up and dressed before leaving the bedroom. I grabbed my leather jacket, gun, and keys and headed to my Jeep. Once inside, I started it and headed out, waving to the guards at the gate. Within minutes, I was standing on Anson’s stoop and knocking at his door.

He pulled it open, looking a hell of a lot better than he’d looked last night, but anything was an improvement on that.

“Come in,” he said, stepping aside for me.

I stepped into his space. He gestured for me to take a seat. I did so, wondering where the hell this conversation was headed.