He didn’t say shit to me before his fist was flying. It caught me in the face, and I stumbled back before the white-hot rage rushed through me.
I surged forward and punched him in the face twice before he managed to hit me again. I had to hand it to him. Cole Scott could fight.
He struck me again before I got him back.
It was the sound of clicking guns being pointed at me that had me backing off him.
Cole wiped at the blood on his face and glared at me as his men surrounded us.
If they killed me, Matteo would burn the city to the ground.
“You piece of shit,” Cole snarled at me. “Do you know who the fuck I am?”
“Do you knowwho I am?” I countered, glaring back at him.
“You’re the man who is going to die for touching my girl,” he said.
I laughed at that. “I think you meanmygirl. Not yours. Not since I was between her legs, carving out a wider path.”
He surged at me, fists flying again. I was able to block most of them and return his attack, but his men grabbed him and dragged him away from me as I wiped at the cut on my cheek.
“You’re fucking dead. Do you hear me? Dead!” Cole shouted. “All of you are.”
I stared after him, watching as his men dragged him away and to their waiting vehicle.
They loaded his drunk ass into the back before speeding off. I stared after them for a moment before rushing back inside to look for Rosalie, but no matter where I searched for her, I came up empty-handed.
I stood outside the club, my heart in my throat as I realized she was gone.
Hoping to keep it together, and that maybe in her drunk confusion, she’d gone back to my place, I headed there by going around the front of the building.
Or maybe she’d decided to hell with it and bailed on me.
That was a thought I forced out of my head because it made me sick to my stomach.
Whatever the cause, I’d find her, and when I did, I’d never let her go again.
27
MATTEO
My bedroom door banged open, sending me sitting upright. I’d gone to bed after an irritating night of dealing with Bianca and too much to drink.
I blinked rapidly as Klaus stormed into my room.
Frowning, I looked at my clock.
It was almost five in the morning.
“What’s going on?” I demanded, taking in how disheveled he looked. His blond hair was a damn mess, his eyes were red, his face had cuts and some light bruising, and his knuckles were busted to hell.
“My-My girl,” he choked out. “She’s gone.”
“Gone?” I rubbed my eyes.
“I-I can’t find her.” His voice trembled as he stared back at me. “Teo, something is wrong. She’s not the type to disappear. I’ve been looking all night. I-I can’t find her. I’m worried.”
I nodded and grabbed my phone before pulling up Alessio on speed dial.
