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Everything about Rosalie had him enraptured. He didn’t even try to hide it anymore.

Just like with me and the guys. She had that effect on people.

I glanced at Fox, who smiled at the pair on stage. A few months ago, he’d be sitting like Cole and Enzo were with their faces set in masks of annoyance and anger, but now, he smiled and tapped his fingers along to the beat as the pair performed to a sold-out show.

Anson should be with us. We could do it if Dom and the kings could allow Drake, an enemy, and lord in. Our dynamics would improve significantly. I didn’t care that he was Matteo’s son and heir; I cared about Rosalie. Enzo needed to see the bigger picture. If we let Anson in, Matteo might just back off us. He wouldn’t want to harm Anson, and Anson would be a horseman.

I watched, fascinated, as Rosalie moved like an angel across the stage. She interacted with the band. She pointed to the audience, who were just as enraptured as I was, and smiled.

And then she went to Anson and cradled his face as she crooned the last lines to the song.

So I’ll keep you in spaces

Between every breath I take

A love that lived…

It’s just a lifetime… too late.

I winced as the final note hung in the air. The crowd roared around us, people standing to cheer.

I cast a quick look at Cole to see him visibly shaking. Enzo’s mouth turned into a deep frown as they both clapped while on their feet. Fox, of course, was cheering loudly on his feet, shouting her name.

“Bishop! Bishop!”

Had she chosen that as her stage name? My stomach twisted. I didn’t even know, and that was sickening. For someone who loved her like I claimed, I didn’t even fucking know her stage name. But Fox did. Fox knew everything.

I clapped loudly, trying to force all my desperate thoughts out of my head as they began to flood in.

We aren’t the ones. We aren’t good enough. We’re fucking everything up. We will only ruin her life. Her dreams. She could just flat-out leave us for him. He’s so much better than I could ever be. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

“E? You OK? Hey, man. Come back to me,” Fox’s voice cut through my heavy breathing.

I blinked rapidly, aware that I was in the middle of a full-blown panic attack.

“E, what the fuck,” Cole whispered frantically. “Not here, man. Not now.”

“Come on,” Enzo said, glancing around. People hadn’t noticed my complete meltdown yet, but she did.

Rosalie’s eyes locked on me. The smile slid off her face, worry replacing it.

No, baby. I-I’m OK. I’ll be OK. Please, don’t come to me. Don’t ruin your night.

She stepped forward. I couldn’t let myself become the center of attention. She deserved her moment.

I stumbled across the aisle and made a mad dash to the men’s room. While inside, I turned on the water and splashed it onto my face. I looked like shit. My body trembled as I tried to breathe.

I can’t fucking breathe!

With shaking hands, I pulled a sugar kit out and made quick work of injecting it deep into my veins. I collapsed onto the floor and rocked on my ass, my head in my hands.

Fuck.

Why?

Why me? Why us? Why her?

Everything was fucked. FUCKED.