Drake hesitated for a moment before replying. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Listen,” I continued. “Something bad has happened.”
“What happened?”
“Dominic. He’s… dying.” The words felt ugly on my tongue as I said them.
Another pause from Drake. “He’s… dying?”
“He tried to kill himself. Vincent found him. I don’t know if he’s going to make it.” I already knew medically he was going to make it, but maybe this would light a fire under Drake’s ass.
“Fuck,” Drake snarled into the phone.
I cleared my throat, deciding this was where I’d say something I hoped fucking clicked for him. “Listen. I know you’re a smart guy. I know you don’t tell me everything, but if you have a fucking miracle up your sleeve, now would be the time to use it. If you know of anything… or anyone… who could help, maybe you should do what needs to be done. I think at the heart of everything, you’re a good man, Drake. Right now, I need you to prove that.”
Drake was quiet once more, which only strengthened my conviction that he knew what was truly going on with Bianca.
“I’ll, uh, be in touch.” He disconnected the call, leaving silence in his wake.
I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at each guy in turn.
“Bingo,” I murmured.
TEN
ETHAN
“Go,” Enzo said, staring down at me as I bounced my legs and tugged at my hair.
“What?” I looked up at him and noted Cole and Fox watching me with varying looks of concern on their faces.
“Go home. For the night. Go see our girl. Get some rest. Fucking eat something that isn’t rolled in tinfoil,” he continued. “And don’t fuck this up.”
I stood, my heart in my throat. Enzo tossed me his keys and gave me a stern look.
“I’m serious, E. I worry about you being alone with her.”
“I’d never hurt her,” I snarled at him, my anger treading the edge of my sanity.
“Not intentionally,” Enzo said gently. “We know that. But sleep alone, OK? In case you have a nightmare.”
I glared at him for a moment before tightening his keys in my fist. “I’ll sleep wherever she wants me to sleep.”
Enzo sighed but didn’t fight me on it. Instead, he gave me a nod as I backed away.
“Fuck her for me, E,” Cole called out softly as I left the lobby.
Agitated, I went to the Escalade and got inside before resting my head against the headrest. Honestly, I was grateful to begetting the fuck out of there. I could already feel my bad mood shifting into something brighter. As quickly as I could, I drove home, eager to see Rosalie.
As soon as I entered the front door, I found her sitting on the couch with Anson. They faced one another, he with a guitar in his lap and she with a notebook.
“Ethan?” She stared at me in surprise.
I tossed the notebook from her lap and scooped her into my arms.
“I’m home for the night. Sorry, Anson,” was all I said before taking her upstairs to her room and placing her on her bed, my lips fused to hers.
She fell into the kiss quickly, tugging my shirt off for me. I let her, more than willing to get naked and plow deep inside her so I could get lost.
