Chapter 39 Enzo
ENZO
Ewent to check on Riot when we got home, and I poured us some drinks in my home office and waited for him to return. Cole had spent all his free time out looking for Rosalie, so he wasn’t home tonight. And when he was frustrated with not finding her, he spent a lot of time at the old house.
I assumed he was there now, lying in her bed again. We always just left him to it when he got in those funks. I’d pinged him on the map hours ago, headed in that direction.
For now, I’d let him be, but eventually, he needed to face the fact that she may not be coming back.
And that really fucking gutted me to think, but given the dead ends I’d encountered, that Dom encountered, that Anson was apparently encountering, I’d say she might be gone for good.
It made me so sick to think. She had a stalker, and if this guy was as crazy as he seemed, then it was unlikely she was even still alive. And if she was…
Fuck.
That thought alone had me sending out twenty more men tonight and taking to the streets myself. I’d even put out a reward for her through our channels.
Five million if she were brought to me alive, and I’d double it if the prick who had her came with her alive. Three million for any tip that led to her.
I figured that would motivate some of these assholes.
And it really seemed to. Loads of tips came in, but nothing that led anywhere.
E came into the room as I settled in my chair in front of the fireplace, a drink in my hand.
“You drink too much,” he commented, coming to sit on the couch and taking the drink I poured him.
“You think too much, Doc,” I said.
He chuckled sadly at that.
“So what have you guys found?” I asked. “We’ve barely seen one another.”
“Nothing.” E took a deep drink and sighed. “Not a fucking thing. She’s just… vanished. It reminds me of the last time she disappeared, but this time, Dante Church definitely doesn’t have her, and that somehow scares me even more.”
“I know.” I rubbed my eyes. “Cole has lost it. He barely comes home. In fact, I don’t think he did the last three nights.”
“Old house?” E asked knowingly.
“That or he’s out on the streets. Or at the hospital. He’s told me to fuck off a few times when I call him, so I know he’s mad at me.” I sighed. “Blames me for losing her.”
“He shouldn’t blame you. This was all because of me—”
“E, man. Stop,” I said. “You’re in a good place now.
Let’s leave you there, OK? I knew what I was doing when I did it.
I knew there would be consequences. I accepted those.
But fuck, man, what I wouldn’t give to have Fox with us yet.
I’d trade this fucking life for him. I’d leave the mob behind, just like he wanted, if he walked back through our front door. ”
“Maybe we should go see his grave tomorrow,” E murmured. “Put some flowers on it. Talk to him.”
I nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, that seems like a good idea.”
We sat in silence for a long time before E broke it.
“Klaus is an interesting guy.”
“Yeah? From everything I know about him, he’s an asshole.”
E nodded. “He’s definitely an asshole, but he knows what he’s doing. Walking into any place in this city with him is wild. People immediately cower. It’s like walking in with you.” He shot me a quick smile.
I chuckled at that and drank more.
“So…” I stared at E, wanting to ask but not knowing how.
“Don’t hurt your own feelings, man,” E said gently. “Just know she is loved and cared for.”
I swallowed hard. If she ended up with fucking Klaus Seeley…
Goddamnit.
That would be a major slap in the face. Of course, Anson already was the slap I’d waited years for, but this? Cole would be livid.
I’d have to call Levin and have a chat with him. He said nothing was going on with them. On the other hand, did it matter? E said she was loved and cared for, and wasn’t that what I’d always wanted for her?
I exhaled and smiled at E.
Fuck it. I was done with Rosalie, anyway. I cared about her well-being and safety, but she’d moved on just as I wanted, and so it was over.
This was a good thing, even though it was shredding my soul to pieces.
“Good. I’m glad Anson is taking care of her. Well, mostly because he seems to have fucked up and now she’s missing.”
E nodded and drank again.
“What else?” I asked.
“There’s nothing else, man. I just want her to come home.”
“Me too,” I murmured. “Aside from her being missing, does Anson seem like he loves her? That… she’s not being used by him?”
“He loves her. You know he does. He always has. There’s no question in my mind about him. Relax, brother. He’s devastated that she’s gone. He loves her beyond question.”
I knew there was always something there between them. Fox told me to let Anson join. I refused, not only because I didn’t like him, but because of Cole. Hell, even E was on Team Anson back then. Seemed like he still was.
Had I let him in, this entire situation would be different. At least I thought it might be. Maybe Fox would still be alive. Maybe there would be no Laz. Maybe Rosalie would still be here.
I beat myself up every night with the what-ifs of shit.
I was tired of it. I was over it. I’d fucked up. I owned those mistakes and would continue on as I always did.
I drank more.
So did E.
Finally, we were both pretty wasted, so we went to our rooms, and I crawled naked into bed, my phone in my hand. I navigated to my private photos and opened them to find the images and videos of Rosalie I still had.
I hadn’t looked at them in years.
Breathing out, I stared at her naked body as she kissed me. Her engagement ring flashed beneath the overhead lights of my old study.
Cole had recorded it.
I twisted my fingers in her curls and pushed her to her knees so she could suck my cock.
Drunk and feeling like complete shit, I stroked my dick to the video of her blowing me.
Fuck, she’d had an incredible mouth on her.
I watched the video of how I guided her to take all of my cock, and she did so, barely gagging on my size as her hands landed on my thighs.
“How’s that feel, brother?” Cole husked out.
“So fucking good,” I groaned softly as I wrapped her long curls around my hand and guided her on my cock.
I thrust into her mouth faster in the video, chasing a high only she could give me.
“Fuck,” I rasped as I jerked my dick in time to Rosalie sucking me off on the video.
Despite how drunk I was, my dick apparently didn’t get the memo because I blew my load onto my abs before I’d even gotten to fuck her in the video, a low moan of pleasure on my lips.
Breathing hard, I stared at the screen as she stood. In the video, I leaned down and cradled her face.
“I love you, Sunshine,” I whispered against her soft lips.
She smiled, her words soft.
“I love you, too, Enzo. Forever.”
I darkened the screen, feeling so much pain that I just let it out.
I cried softly as I tried to clean myself off in the bathroom.
Finally, I stumbled back to bed and lay down, clutching my phone to me like it was her and she was here.
“I miss you,” I cried out softly into my dark, lonely bedroom.
Time didn’t change a fucking thing.
This was the cherry on top of the empire I built. It was what I knew would happen. It was what I planned for.
All I knew now was that I needed to harden my heart if I were to ever get through this.
And so I would.
I vowed it, and so it would be.