“Lorenzo,” Alessandro snarled back. “I want Rosalie.”
Enzo was quiet for a moment. I hadn’t had many dealings with Lorenzo De Luca, but I knew his father. We had once been very good friends. Anthony had been a force and could have taken over Chicago, even from the De Santis family, but he left when Del disappeared.
“I’m sorry. What?” Enzo sounded confused.
“Rosalie. You pricks have her. Cole attacked Klaus last night at a club. Rosalie is missing. I want her back.” Alessandro fidgeted, his irritation clear.
“I don’t have Rosalie,” Enzo said tightly. We could hear voices and noise in the background. “Cole. Did you take Rosalie?”
“No,” Cole mumbled. “I left her in the bathroom. I went to find Klaus. I didn’t see her after that.”
“Why the fuck did you have her in the bathroom?” Alessandro demanded, his voice rising. I chanced a look at Matteo to see him sit forward, a frown on his face, before I looked at Klaus, who appeared like he was doing all he could to hold himself together and not launch through the phone and finish the job he’d started on Cole Scott.
“I fucked up,” Cole snapped. “It’s not any of your fucking business what I do with my girl?—”
“She is not yours.” Klaus finally broke his silence, his voice that low growl Teo and I knew. It meant he was pissed and going to lose it. “I want her. Where the fuck is she?”
“Klaus,” Enzo said, clearing his throat. “I don’t know what sort of relationship you had with Rosalie, but that is over?—”
Klaus’s face changed into what we recognized as his murder face. This was not going to go well.
“Lorenzo, let us meet with one another so that we can discuss this like gentlemen,” Matteo said smoothly before Klaus could speak. “In public, if that is your wish. Who she belongs to is irrelevant. She is missing, and we need to figure out where she is. We can meet in one hour at The Loon. Do you know of it?”
“Yes,” Enzo said tightly.
“Perfect. Bring your men if it makes you feel comfortable. I will bring mine. We can sort this like gentlemen. If you do not show, I will tear apart what you’ve built with my bare hands. Do we have an agreement?”
“Yes,” Enzo replied. “One hour.”
“Perfect.”
Alessandro hung up and let out a breath.
“Alessio, assemble some men. Let’s have brunch.” Matteo smiled at Alessandro. “We will find her, Son.”
Alessandro nodded before he looked to Klaus, who was staring at the floor.
“Klaus, go out and call sweet Rose once more. Perhaps she will answer, and this will all be a misunderstanding. I promise we will find her,” Matteo said in German to him.
Klaus nodded and left without a word. I followed him out, but not before I heard Matteo tell Alessandro that Klaus cared for Rosalie and for Alessandro to answer with afuck him.
I sighed and rubbed my eyes. It was definitely going to be a long day. And probably a longer night if we didn’t find Rosalie.
29
KLAUS
My head was a damn mess. I’d called Rosalie at least a hundred times since I’d last seen her pretty face. Straight to voicemail. Her silence was making me sick. I was sober now, so I was thinking straight.
I knew her. I knew she wouldn’t just walk away, especially after how she’d acted last night. She wanted to talk. She’d kissed me. She wanted me too, and now she was gone, and if the horsemen didn’t have anything to do with it, I feared Everett Church did.
It’s why we had to pull over for me to vomit again on our way to The Loon.
“Easy,” Teo said as I wiped my mouth before taking the water he offered me.
“I am not well,” I choked out. “I’m worried.”
“We will find her,” Matteo assured me. He kept saying it, but I didn’t see how we could. She’d disappeared without a trace.
