“He’s fine. Better than fine. Bianca made it back.”
My blood ran cold.
“What? S-she’s there?”
“Yeah. Showed up this morning. Drake brought her. How lucky, right?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“I was bringing you that information.” My heart pounded.
“Yeah, well, Drake was faster. You should reach out to him. Maybe take a few lessons.”
“Enzo, this doesn’t change our deal. I had the information?—”
“This changesevery-fucking-thing,” he snarled back. “Deal’s off. Nice try, though. Maybe next time.” He let out a dark laugh. “Or not.”
“Motherfucker, don’t do this?—”
“I didn’t. You did by not working fast enough. Take this and learn from it. It’s business, Beyers. I’m sure you understand.”
“It’s not fucking business. It’s Rosalie. It’s us?—”
“Maybe you didn’t hear me,” he said in a deadly whisper. “There is nousfor you and Rosalie. It’s over. You had your chance and didn’t deliver. Fucking deal with it however you see fit, but fucking deal with it. I have work to do. Goodbye.” The call disconnected, leaving me sitting in stunned silence.
I’d been too slow. I fucked everything up. I’d had it and lost it.
A snarl of anguish tore from my lips as reality set in.
She wasn’t my girl. I’d fucking lost my chance.
I threw my phone, letting it smash against my bedroom wall, before I got to my feet and punched a hole into the plaster.
I didn’t know how, but fucking Enzo De Luca was going to pay for fucking me over like this.
THIRTEEN
COLE
Bianca was back and sitting in the same room as us. I glanced over as she spoke with Vincent and Levin at their table in the hospital cafeteria. The looks on their faces said everything I couldn’t hear.
Love and wonder.
It was what I felt whenever I looked at my Rosebud.
I cleared my throat and looked to Drake, who was zeroed in on Bianca with the kings. He didn’t pay me a bit of attention, a hungry look in his eyes. His arrival with her only hours before had blown my mind. I hadn’t expected it, but Enzo was a miracle worker when he wanted to be. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t overjoyed Drake had come through before Anson had. He was out of the picture now, not meeting Enzo’s requirements.
Fuck. YES.
Fox raised a brow at me, clearly noticing what I was seeing, too. Even E shifted in his seat and cast a quick glance between Drake and Bianca.
“Petrov,” Enzo said, breaking the silence.
When Drake didn’t answer, I kicked him from beneath the table.
“Ouch. Fuck,” he said, finally tearing his gaze away from Bianca.
“Probably should make it less obvious,” I said to him. “You know, before you get gutted and left in a dumpster.”
