“She was good,” he murmured.
I cracked my eyelids open and looked over at him. “Just tell me, man.”
He grabbed some body wash and began washing himself under the second showerhead. “She was with Matteo De Santis the whole time.”
Instead of losing my mind, I stayed against the tiles, my heartbeat thundering in my ears.
Finally, I spoke, my voice soft. “Did Anson know the whole time and was just fucking with us?”
“No,” he replied. “I mean, yes, but he didn’t know until he stormed Matteo’s place and found her a few days ago. I assume she asked him to stay quiet, and he did so in true best friend form.”
I closed my eyes and breathed out. My body trembled with my rage. There wasn’t a goddamn thing in this world that would ever make me give a shit about Ass Hat. Ever. The only reason I hadn’t killed him yet was because I loved Rosebud way too damn much to hurt her, but fuck was it hard controlling myself lately. I feared I was slipping closer to just shooting him in the head with each passing day. With each new thing I learned, I wanted to kill him that much more. It could happen any day at this point. I knew it was coming fast.
Fuck, I prayed I’d be able to stop myself.
I sucked in a sharp breath as I contemplated going right then and there to his place and putting a bullet into his skull while he slept. I could make it look like one of his enemies took him out. I didn’t know if he had any, but I didn’t give a shit. Being a pretty boy piss weasel, he had to have at least one who wasn’t me.
A warm hand wrapped around my softening cock. I opened my eyes and peered at Enzo, who was now exceptionally close.
“What are you doing?” I murmured.
“You look like you’re going to do something crazy,” he answered. “Figured I’d beat you to it and distract you because that shit in your head? It would ruin everything.”
I swallowed hard. He knew what I’d been thinking. Enzo was intuitive like that.
“You going to fuck me?” I asked, raising a brow at him.
“No.” He let out a soft laugh. “But I love you, Cole. A fuck of a lot, and shit isn’t good right now. If I can do one thing right, one thing I can easily control, I’m going to.” He stroked me faster.
My dick was hard as fuck.
“So you’re going to jerk me off?” I asked tightly.
“We’re going to break if we don’t let something go. Tonight, it’s going to be my reservations,” he replied softly.
Enzo braced one hand on the wall, the other curled tightly around my aching cock. This was new territory. Sure, we touched, but never took it to this level.
To be fair, I wasn’t sure what level this even was.
My hips betrayed me, or maybe they were telling my fear and desperation, before I thrust into his fist.
“You always get this hard when you’re pissed?” Enzo laughed softly. “No wonder you’re always ready to fucking fight until the death.”
“Fuck you,” I husked out, jutting my hips forward.
Enzo slid his thumb over the tip of my cock. “You wish.”
My breath hitched. My body tensed.
Enzo closed the space between us, his naked body pressed against mine as he worked me over.
“You think I don’t know what this is? You will burn the world down for our girl and need a fuse. I don’t want you to burn shit right now, Cole. The time isn’t right.”
“What are we doing, Enzo?” I asked, my voice thick.
“This is me keeping you from fucking everything up with your rage. Your jealousy. I know what it feels like because I live in the same fucking heartache you do too. You need to come for me, not talk. Not fucking think. No anger. Just pleasure.”
I let out a groan.
