Chapter 40
ENZO
Iwatched from my spot on the couch as Rosalie hobbled into the room. The lights were off, but I sat there drinking, waiting for her to return. I didn’t like the idea of her leaving. I didn’t know this Ryder well enough, so all sorts of ideas raced through my head.
They were the worst ideas, too. That she was wrapped in his arms, his dick buried inside her as she moaned his name.
I didn’t know why I even entertained the thought. She wasn’t my girl anymore. She was married, and anything she had going on outside her group was their issue, not mine.
But fuck.
I knew without a doubt I’d tell Anson his little bestie was after his girl, though. I was a dick like that. I doubt he knew about him.
“Enzo,” Rosalie said as I sat forward, her breath catching. She’d clearly not seen me.
“Rosalie,” I replied, eyeing her. “Are you well?”
“I’m fine. We were just talking.”
I scoffed. “I don’t give a fuck what you were doing. Your infidelity isn’t my issue. Not anymore, anyway.” I got to my feet and made to leave the room, but she called after me.
“I’d have never kissed Sylar if you hadn’t forgotten I existed.”
I stopped and closed my eyes, my back to her.
“Maybe I forgot you existed because I learned who you were.”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it,” she said, her voice shaking. “Kissing is very different from fucking, Enzo. It’s different from getting someone pregnant and leaving your fiancée for them.”
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked, turning back to look at her.
She stared back at me in the dimness from the city lights and the moon.
“Did you enjoy kissing another man when you felt like I’d forgotten about you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
I let out a soft laugh. “It’s not different. Fucking someone over is fucking them over. Big fucks. Small fucks. They’re all fucks, Rosalie. Their size doesn’t matter. You cheated on me. You just did a little less of it than I did.”
Her hands visibly shook as she stared at me.
I was so angry. So fucking hurt. I couldn’t even figure out all the emotions I was. Bitter? Vindictive? Pissed off? Jealous?
I never fucked Celeste. Not even when I was married to the bitch, but Rosalie didn’t know that. I’d taken the heat on the entire matter so E wouldn’t have to.
I didn’t know, but my mouth worked before my brain.
“It’s the excitement, huh? Your tongue in someone else’s mouth?
Their hands on your body? How wet you get?
I know what it feels like. I felt it. The thrill.
The excitement. The rush as I pushed into my girl’s body, fucking her until she screamed my name.
Knowing I was leaving behind someone weaker for someone stronger. ”
Her bottom lip trembled as she stared at me.
“You’re fucking married, Rosalie. Have some goddamn self-respect for once in your life. Good girls don’t sit in dark cars with guys who want to fuck them.”
“Fuck you, Enzo,” she choked out.
I let out a soft, dark laugh. “Fuck me? Oh, baby, we already played that game. I had mediocre sex for almost two years with you. Remember?”
Her next move I did not see coming.
Her crutch flew at me so fast that I barely had time to duck. It crashed against the wall.
And then she threw the other one at me, narrowly missing me again.
I rushed at her as she toppled over after crying out because she’d stepped too hard on her ankle.
I caught her before she hit the ground.
If I thought for a moment she was going to be grateful, I was wrong. Her hand came out and smacked me so hard across the face that it snapped my head sideways.
Fuck, she had a hit on her.
“Let me go,” she snarled as I grabbed her hands and pinned her to the floor. She tried to kick me, but I moved quickly and straddled her.
She gnashed her teeth, tears on her cheeks.
“Stop. Stop it,” I said to her, my heart breaking. I’d been a complete fucking asshole. I wanted to tell her none of the things I said were true. That I loved her endlessly. That she was the best I’d ever had or would ever have. That I was nothing without her.
Instead, I continued to hold her down, aching to kiss her. To hold her. To whisper promises to her that I’d die to keep.
“What’s going on?” Cole demanded, rushing into the room.
He shoved me off Rosalie. I tumbled to the floor as he snatched her up, holding her crying, trembling body against his.
“What the fuck?” Cole shouted. “What the fuck are you doing to her?”
I sat up and stared at her.
“I want to go home,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I-I want to call Evan.”
“No,” I snapped at her, the same time Cole called out a soft protest. If she left, it would gut Cole.
She shoved Cole away and crawled across the floor. He scrambled after her to help, but she let out a snarl and shoved him again. He fell onto his ass, devastation on his face as she struggled to her feet.
We both watched her grab her crutches and hobble upstairs.
“What did you do?” Cole whispered, staring at the stairs.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled. “I-I…”
“She’s my world, Enzo. I’m a fuck up enough for all of us. I don’t need you fucking contributing.”
I stared at him as he got to his feet.
“I-I have to fix this—”
“Cole, don’t wake Ellis.”
He paused for a moment before looking at me.
“What did you do to Rosalie?”
I rubbed my eyes. “She went out tonight with Ryder. He came up here to get her. She just got back. I-I guess I was irritated that she was out with him. I know she’s not with him, but it was suspicious. So I said some shit I shouldn’t have.”
Cole shook his head at me. “If you love her, love her. We’re all hurting, Enzo. I said stupid shit to her tonight too. It’s why I missed out on an evening with my daughter. Please. Make this right. Help me. Now I have two worlds I could lose. I-I can’t, man.”
“I-I will. Promise.”
He looked at the stairs and swept forward without looking back.
I sighed and got to my feet.
Damnit. I couldn’t stop fucking up.