I nodded. “It helps if you don’t think about how bad it could get.”
He grunted and said nothing as Rosalie returned to the room with the bag of cookies and handed them to me.
“Tell Cole I made them just for him,” she said.
I smiled and kissed her. “I will.”
“I love you. Be safe, Foxy.”
I pulled away from her. “Always, Rosie.”
I cast a final look at her standing next to Anson and left, knowing damn well how good they looked together and not hating it as much as I should have.
Fuck me for that.
SIX
ETHAN
Locked in my bathroom stall at the hospital, I snorted a line of sugar off the toilet paper dispenser. Not the worst place I’d ever snorted drugs, but I was ready to lose my fucking mind.
Being here made me sick. The circumstances were absolute shit, but it was more than that.
It was proof that no one was safe. If Dominic De Santis, a king, could fall, any of us could. And with Bianca being dead, it only ramped up my anxiety and fear that my sweetheart was next.
I couldn’t deal with it. It was killing me inside.
I wiped my nose and settled back against the toilet I sat on as I let the high take over. It wasn’t nearly enough, but I was running low. I hadn’t planned on a staycation here at the hospital, but Enzo was adamant that I not go home alone.
I knew why. It pissed me off.
Having a little space from this shit would be a godsend. Plus, being able to hold my girl would help.
I would try my luck again later today and attempt to get home. I needed some fucking sleep, but that sleep was always riddled with bad dreams and shitty aftershocks that sent me to the basement to get high.
I needed a fucking brain transplant so I wouldn’t have all these ugly memories in my head, ruining my fucking life.
Sighing, I doled out a final bit of sugar, hoping I could get home before the high wore off, and snorted it off the toilet roll dispenser again.
“E? You in here?” Cole’s voice called out.
“Y-yeah, man.”
“I jerk off in there, man. Is that what you’re doing?”
I let out a huff of laughter. “No. Unlike you, I know how to keep my dick in my pants.” I opened the stall door, came out, and washed my hands at the sink.
“You’re so fucking wasted,” he said, watching me in the mirror.
“Yeah,” I admitted. No sense in hiding it.
“Man, come on?—”
“Not the time, Cole.” I cut him off. “I’m at the end of my rope here, man. I need sleep. I need to get away from this shit. The sugar is keeping me sane. So let me be.”
He breathed out and shook his head, but didn’t push it.
“I’ll talk to Enzo and see if he’ll let you go home tonight. You do need some sleep.”
