“Cole, just call her and talk to her. That’s all you have to do. It’s Enzo. It’s not as big a deal as you’re making it,” I said.
“It is,” he snapped at me. “Enzo fucking hates her. She hates him. How would you feel if the person you loved got off on the person you hate? Huh, E?”
I winced at his words. I understood what he was getting at, but the fact remained. It was Enzo.
“I’ll fix it,” Enzo muttered as we rolled to a stop in front of the warehouse.
I sighed. I sure fucking hoped so.
“Piece of shit!Fuck you! FUCK YOU!” Cole bellowed, beating the ever-loving piss out of one of Virelli’s men while Enzo and I stood back.
I knew this was an outlet for his frustrations, but I’d never seen him quite so unhinged before. Blood spurted from the man’s face as Cole continued his assault.
“Cole—” I went to stop him, but Enzo grabbed my arm to stop me.
“Let it happen,” he said softly.
“Fuck you!” The man shouted back before laughing wildly. “You’re all fucking dead! This is war! De Luca. You’re going to die just like your daddy did.”
Enzo didn’t flinch next to me. Instead, he stood silently, watching as Cole stormed back to us and dug into Enzo’s suit jacket.
I watched as Cole pulled Enzo’s knife out and returned to the man.
“You’re connected to that pop star. That little red-haired whore on stage,” the man continued, laughing softly, his words slurred from being punch drunk. “Virelli has a special little gift for your whore. We know she’s visited you.”
Both Enzo and I stepped forward, and Cole hesitated.
“What the fuck did you say?” Cole demanded.
“You heard me, you little blond bitch. Your red-haired whore. She is going to get fucked so hard. Everyone fucking knows De Luca doesn’t let women close. The sex tape was leaked. There’s a pretty little bond between the two. She is going to be so… fucked.” He laughed wildly again.
Cole’s hands shook as he glared at the man strapped to the chair in front of him.
“What is Virelli planning with Rosalie?” I snarled, coming forward and grabbing the man by his lapels.
“Everything.” He spat at me. “Fuck her. Pass her to his loyal men to fuck and play with. Your friends aren’t your friends, horsemen. Too stupid to see what’s right in front of you.”
“Tell us what you know,” Enzo demanded.
“I know that your bitch is fucking blondie here and that she’s been knocked up.” He laughed darkly. “And I know that when we get her, we’re going to cut that fucking thing from her guts and send it back to you in pieces. Then maybe we’ll play with the boy.Lazarus.See if he can rise from the dead.”
I lost it before Cole could. I snatched the knife from Cole’s hand and jammed it hard beneath the man’s jaw. It tore through flesh and muscle, blood oozing out like a fast-flowing river.
He let out a shriek as the blade came out of his cheek.
But I didn’t stop.
I pulled the knife free, completely losing it on him. I was close the moment he mentioned Rosalie and her unborn baby, but the second he said Laz’s name, that was fucking it.
I pushed my blade through his neck, his screams muffled and his body twitching from the pain and trauma.
And I fucking cut.
Blood poured out, and I didn’t stop until I’d cut through his entire neck, a complete bloodbath surrounding me. I took a step back and kicked as hard as I could until the bone snapped, completely severing his head from his body. It hit the floor with a thump, the blood slowly spurting out, the body still twitching.
I was soaked in the man’s blood. It had seeped through my clothes. I turned to see Enzo and Cole staring back at me, eyes wide.
I stepped forward and pushed the knife against Enzo’s chest. He took it, and I walked out of the warehouse.
