“Why would you know where she is?” Alessandro demanded, glaring at him.
“Tell him,” Matteo said to Klaus, who looked like he was going to be sick.
“I’m seeing her,” Klaus mumbled.
“I’m sorry. What?” Alessandro tightened his hands into fists.
“I’m seeing her,” Klaus repeated tightly. “She is…”
“Don’t you fucking finish that sentence,” Alessandro let out a snarl before shoving him hard in the chest. “Motherfucker!”
“Alessandro.” Matteo reached out and grabbed Alessandro as he went to punch Klaus.
I sprang into action and got in front of Klaus. If Alessandro wanted to punch him, he’d have to get through me first.
“Enough, son. He has been punished enough.” Matteo held his hand up to stop him from launching forward.
“Cole was right. He came to see me. Said it was you. You motherfucker.” Alessandro’s words came out clipped and filled with venom. “How fucking could you? You know how I feel about her!”
“Alessandro, stop,” Matteo said, pushing him down onto his couch. He went without a fight, which was a relief. Judging byhis outburst, I had no doubt that he’d fight to the death if it came down to it.
“Klaus, tell us what happened. We all need to hear everything. From the beginning to now.” Matteo moved away from Alessandro and took a seat.
Alessandro rocked in his seat on the couch. I knew he was doing all he could to control himself so he didn’t launch himself at Klaus again. I felt sympathy for the pair. Women really could ruin a man’s life.
“I-I spent time with her. She is special to me,” Klaus said, his voice holding a slight shake to it. “I found her at a club one night, and things just went from there.”
Alessandro glared at him. “What the hell does that mean?”
“Alessandro,” Klaus murmured. “I am sorry. I know your feelings for her. I had a moment of weakness and gave in to them. I-I care about her. She said nothing was happening between you two.”
I glanced at Alessandro again to see that he looked like he was going to be sick.
“Continue,” Matteo grunted.
“She told me information about my eldest son. It did something to me, so I tried to find him. I could not, so I returned home to her.”
“Because she’s living with you?” Alessandro shook his head, a sour look on his face.
Klaus nodded. “Staying at my place, yes. She wasn’t there, so I went out to find her. I found her at a club. She was alone at the bar. We sat and talked. She said she wanted to use the bathroom. We were going to go home after.” He visibly swallowed. “I did not follow her. I waited, wanting her to have some sense of freedom. It was an error on my part.”
“What happened?” Alessandro demanded, pulling his hands into fists again.
I shifted slightly closer in case I needed to intervene.
“She did not return to me. I went outside to check for her. It is where I encountered Cole Scott. He approached me. We fought.” Klaus paused and breathed in. “He was drunk and not much of an adversary, but he did hit me. I-I thought he took her. His men showed up, pointed their guns at me before I could finish him. I released him and backed away. I was desperate. She wasn’t inside. She was nowhere outside. I checked the back alleys. All of it. I-I think Cole had her taken.”
Alessandro breathed out.
“Call them,” Matteo said gruffly. “We need to make certain she’s with them. They will unlikely answer me except with gunfire, which I will return in kind.”
Alessandro rubbed his eyes before he pulled his phone out. He put it on speakerphone so we could all listen. I relaxed a bit, hoping he’d get the answers we needed and all would be well. I didn’t want to spend my day chasing down anyone. I wanted Rosalie to be found. To be safe. And I wanted her and Klaus to sort themselves because I hated seeing my brother hurt so much. Of course, I also wanted Alessandro to come to terms with what this meant.
In the big scheme of things, that was paramount.
Enzo answered immediately.
“Alessandro,” he said coolly.
