“Because she loves me. She fucking lovesme, not you, you fucking giant prick! She would never love someone like you! When I fuck her, she screamsfor me. She comesfor me. You were the last fucking thing on her mind.” Cole’s chest heaved as the words tumbled from his mouth.
“Du Stück Scheiße! Ich bringe dich um!”I snarled as I shoved my chair back and got to my feet. I pulled my gun out and leveled it at Cole’s face, my finger itching to pull the trigger.
Only two things stopped me. I promised Teo, and if Rosalie found out I’d done this, she’d hate me for sure.
More guns were drawn. I didn’t care if I died. If she were gone, then I felt like I already was dying.
The only one who hadn’t moved was Ethan. He continued to sit, sucking on his candy, slightly rocking in his seat. He looked like he didn’t care if he died.
“Enough,” Matteo snarled. “We are here for a common cause, and while killing one another is appealing, it is not today’s purpose. Put your guns away.”
I hesitated before putting away my gun, but I did not sit.
“Brother, we can get nowhere if we kill them,” Matteo said softly to me in German. “I ask that you calm yourself.”
“We can’t help her if we fight right now. It’s more of a rift, but I do not mind killing them if you want, Teo.” Alessio glanced at both of us as he spoke in German.
I grunted. “I will behave. We can kill them later.” I didn’t think these horsemen fucks knew my language, so speaking it probably irritated them.
Good.
“Then sit. Let us get through this nightmare,” Matteo finished in German.
I took my seat, glaring at Cole, who glared right back at me.
“So an outside force has taken Rosalie,” Matteo said, looking back at the horsemen and speaking in English again.
“It would seem so,” Enzo murmured.
I was surprised he was as quiet as he was. He seemed to observe a lot. Anthony was always a talker. Perhaps he took after his mother instead.
Ethan rummaged around in his jacket before pulling out one of his sugar sticks and lighting it. I watched him take a deep hit before he blew out the smoke.
This man was a mess.
He was in no condition to be the man my hummingbird needed.
Matteo stared at him for a moment, but he didn’t bother commenting on what was happening.
“Anson, please make a call to our very special friend,” Matteo said, looking away from Ethan and using the name his mother gave him. “See what he has to say.”
I knew he was referring to Sylar. I doubt that little shit would say anything because of the rules he’d put in place or himself, but it was worth a shot. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about the shit a time or two and reaching out to ask if he knew anything about Rosalie’s disappearance.
Wordlessly, Alessandro stood and left the room.
“We don’t want any issues,” Enzo said. “We want to ensure Rosalie’s safety.”
“It wouldn’t matter,” Matteo replied, waving his hand dismissively. “While up and coming, you haven’t arrived, Lorenzo. I would decimate you without batting an eyelash. The only reason you still survive is because of Rosalie. If she is not found, I will come for you, and if I don’t?” He let out a soft, sinister laugh. “I’m sure my brother will. He seems a little on edge as of late, considering you had a hand in his son’s death.”
“I didn’t kill Fox,” Enzo snarled, his dark eyes flashing with both pain and anger. I could hear the heartache in his voice. “I would have died for him.”
“And yet you didn’t.” Matteo sat back and studied him. “Had you, sweet Rose wouldn’t be missing, and people wouldn’t be mourning.”
Lorenzo’s hands shook as he glared back at Matteo.
“You were my father’s best friend,” Enzo said softly. “He cared about you. I’m sure he still did until he drew his last breath.”
“Your father is the reason I lost Delilah. The reason my children grew up without me. The reason my daughter is dead,” Matteo said, his voice ice cold.
