“Your hair reminds me of dandelions. Like summer.” I said, shrugging.
Before I could elaborate and not make shit awkward, Enzo and Drake showed up.
“Queenie,” Enzo said, tilting his head at her in greeting.
“Enzo. How are you?” She gave him a wobbly smile in return.
“Good. How are you?”
She gave a slight shrug. “Not dead.”
“I’m glad you’re alive.” He gave her an even look. I knew he meant it too. We all were glad she was alive. Watching Dom and the kings stumble and fall hadn’t been a good time. In fact, it terrified the shit out of me because if I lost Rosalie, I’d probably kill every motherfucker on my way out.
“Truly. You were missed,” Enzo said.
She said nothing, opting to look at the food cartons in her hands.
“Cole, the guys are on their way. It’s time to swap. Queenie, always a pleasure. Take care of the kings, OK?” Enzo said, clearing his throat.
“I will.” Bianca offered us a small smile again.
Enzo stepped forward and leaned closer. A moment later, he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. He whispered something to her that clearly made her feel the emotions she was trying to hide.
She nodded wordlessly at Enzo when he stepped away from her, a gentle smile on his face. Enzo gestured for me to follow, and I did after giving Bianca and Drake a goodbye.
“Thoughts?” I asked once we were back in the lobby.
“Many,” he muttered.
“Well, here’s another one. She’s pregnant,” I said, staring out the window.
Enzo was quiet for a moment before letting out a sigh. “Hope it’s not Drake’s.”
“Why not hope it’s not Tate’s? He raped her.”
Enzo looked over at me. “Because I don’t want Drake to die just yet. He still has work to do, but to be fair, I hope it’s not Tate’s either. In the end, he’s a dead man either way.”
I nodded, thinking about Ian. I’d snap Tate’s neck exactly like I’d done to Ian. I was a giver if nothing else, even if that gift was death.
FOURTEEN
ROSALIE
“Enzo?” I peered around the doorway to see Enzo come into the room with Cole in tow. Without a word, I rushed toward them and threw myself into Enzo’s arms, my whisk loaded with cake batter still in my hand.
He held me tightly, chuckling softly.
“Hey, Sunshine,” he murmured. He hadn’t been home in days because he’d refused to leave the hospital. His spicy scent engulfed me, putting me at ease and washing away all my worries since he and the guys had left.
“Is everything OK?” I pulled away and looked up at him, taking in his dark eyes and messy hair. He looked exhausted. Dark circles rimmed his eyes, but he wore a smile for me.
“Everything is perfect, baby.” He kissed my forehead. “We’re home.”
“Yeah?” My heart danced in my chest at the prospect.
He nodded, his smile growing a bit. It didn’t change how exhausted he looked, though.
“I’m making dinner. Why don’t you go grab a shower? I’ll call you down when everything is ready.”
