59. Enzo #2
“The part where you have the lords working with you and some guy working with Matteo. Then Drake shot my girl.” Vincent glared openly at Drake.
Everything about how he stared at him told me he was ready to shoot him in the face to prove a point.
Vincent always struck me as a calm, nice guy.
The look on his face suggested his true monster lay dormant… until he let it out.
“It wasn’t a bullet. I was only trying to stop Tate from taking her.
He used her as a shield, or I’d have been able to drop him.
I had one shot with that tranq. I used it on her.
She was too much for him, so he left her and ran.
I got a hit on him, though, so he’s bleeding somewhere.
” Drake looked unapologetic as he spoke.
Vincent scowled at him, not bothering to hide his distaste.
“Fine. Tell me everything. What the fuck is going on?” Vincent demanded.
I decided to start with myself first. “Tonight, there was another attempt on my father’s life.
He was in the city when it happened. I went as fast as I could.
I left my phone behind in my rush, so I missed Dom’s call.
It reminds me that he’s going to need my second phone number. You all should have it.”
Vincent grunted.
“Anyway, we took care of things. Rosalie was able to reach us after Anson left to help,” I said.
“OK. Who the fuck is this Anson guy?” Vincent looked to Anson, who stood next to the mantle. Anson had been quiet the entire time, which wasn’t unlike him.
“Anson is a douche,” Cole said immediately.
I shot a warning look at Cole.
Anson sighed and rolled his eyes.
“Cole,” Ethan warned.
“What? He is.” Cole shrugged like he didn’t give a shit. And honestly, we all knew he didn’t.
“Anson is Rosalie’s best friend, it would seem,” I answered. “But he’s a little more than that. That’s why we need Dom here.”
“Is he part of your… group?” Vincent raised his brows at me.
Cole snorted before I could answer. “No, he fucking is not. He’s not allowed to touch Rosalie. I’ll break his fucking fingers if he even thinks about it.”
“She can touch me, though,” Anson said. He smirked at Cole, and I knew he was trying to piss him off.
I never knew what sort of person he’d be when he was around.
Sometimes, Anson was quiet and thoughtful; other times, he had no problem going toe to toe with Cole.
It was always a gamble when the two were in a room together.
I wasn’t a fan of his comment, but we had more important things to discuss. I’d deal with Anson later.
Cole had other plans. He wasted no time in getting to his feet and going toward Anson. Anson didn’t seem to mind fighting because he pushed away from the mantle.
Fox and E were on the issue quickly and shoved Cole back.
“Fucking say that shit again,” Cole snarled, looking over E’s shoulder, his blue eyes flashing. “You don’t fucking say shit like that. Know your place, you fucking prick.”
“Enough.” I shot a warning look at Anson and then at Cole. “Not fucking now. Anson knows the rules. He’s to protect her. That’s all.”
“And Trent?” Vincent called out.
“Trent is Anson’s brother. They’re looking for their mother and sister’s killer,” I said, focusing back on the conversation.
“They have reason to believe it’s tied to Ivanov’s clan.
” I looked over to Trent. I had no connection to him before tonight and had no idea what sort of character he was aside from being Anson’s little brother and a lord, at least on paper.
So far, he seemed legitimate, and during my research on him, nothing alarming came up other than his affiliation with the lords.
Trent sucked his drink down before looking at Vincent.
“I went undercover among the lords. Worked my ass off to get in good with Hail. I needed information on my mother’s and sister’s killer. While I was working that angle, Anson was working the streets and getting in with the horsemen,” Trent said.
Vincent frowned before looking at Anson. “So, you aren’t Rosalie’s friend? You used her.”
I bristled at the question. The thought he’d possibly done that sickened me.
“I was drawn to her for her talent. Her personality. The rest was just extremely fucking good luck for me. She means the world to me. I’d never harm her, but I grew up on the streets and need some fucking closure.
Both Trent and I do. I’ve always been honest with her.
She knows everything about me and even shit I don’t know about myself. ”
I swallowed hard at his words. I’d seen Anson with Rosalie.
The day he took her back to his car because he wanted to talk weighed heavily on me.
She said he asked her to leave with him.
The prick was still at it, but Rosalie loved us enough to stay.
Because of her love, I overlooked him crossing the line I’d drawn. At least for now, I did.
Cole scoffed at his words but said nothing else as he shook his head.
“The rest of my story needs to be told directly to Dominic,” Anson continued. “I think it’s best if he hears it from me and Trent. We’re still in shock as well.”
“Dom won’t be down tonight. He’s going to stay with B,” Vincent said. “But I’ll tell him you need to speak to him.”
“I accept that.” Anson nodded. “I’d rather he rest anyway. It’s been a long night for all of us.”
He had that right. Having to deal with the shit that had gone down with us was enough, but adding this mess to it?
I could use a fucking vacation. I’d always ignored my father’s issues growing up with the kingdom he’d created. No wonder he was turning into a grouchy prick these days.
“We’d like to offer you guys sanctuary,” I said, looking at Vincent. “The house burned to the ground. It’s gone. Drake shot Bianca. Tate knows that. He knows she probably didn’t make it. This can give you guys an out.”
“You mean. . . we can fake our deaths?” Vincent blinked in confusion at me.
I nodded. “If you so choose. You may rest up here, and we’ll ensure you’re never found if that’s how you want to do things. You can take Bianca, keep her safe, and live a better life. The choice is yours.”
Vincent frowned. I pushed on.
“You can discuss it with Dom and Levin—even Fallon. Let us know. Stay here until you decide. No one will know you’re here,” I said gently.
“And Anson and Trent aren’t turncoats and going to run back and tell Matteo?” Vincent asked, raising a brow at me.
“I’d rather die than betray family,” Anson cut in fiercely. Trent nodded beside him and took another drink.
“Family?” Vincent asked.
“It’s something he needs to speak to Dom about,” I said, clearing my throat. “Tomorrow.”
“I’ll speak to Dom,” Vincent murmured. He glanced at Drake, who stared back at him with a pained expression. I shot a quick look at my guys to see if they noticed. Fox winced and looked away.
There wasn’t a doubt in my mind something happened between Drake and Bianca. It would end up being a shit show when the truth came out. Hopefully, the guys didn’t kill him. I was starting to like the Russian informant.
“OK. There’s food in the kitchen. E ordered some pizza. Grab some and get it to your guys. Rest up. You’re safe here.” I said, focusing on Vincent again. “We’ll talk further tomorrow. Sound good?”
“I’m agreeable.” Vincent got to his feet.
“There are extra rooms on the third floor,” Fox said. “Drake, Trent, and Anson will be up there also.”
“Thanks, but I’m going to sleep with Dom and B.” Vincent glanced at Drake, an unreadable expression on his face. I had a feeling he already knew what happened. “I’ll, uh, see you guys in the morning.”
“Don’t get too loud,” Cole said, winking at Vincent. Vincent smiled and shook his head.
“Have a good night, Vin. Sleep well,” I said.
“Thanks, man. We appreciate all of this.”
“I know you’d do it for us.” I inclined my head at him.
Vincent left us and I blew a breath and stared at everything.
“That went well. Better than I hoped,” I said.
“Yeah, but Dominic doesn’t know,” Anson muttered, raking his fingers through his hair. “He’s the one we need to impress.”
He wasn’t wrong.
“In time. Let’s get to bed, though. God knows what tomorrow will bring.” I gestured for everyone to adjourn for the night. Trent, Drake, and Anson left with quick goodbyes, and I sat staring at the guys.
“So?” I asked.
“I’m going to bed,” Fox muttered. “Tonight has just been too fucking much.”
He didn’t say another word. He stood. E didn’t wait. He gave us a wave and followed Fox out. I had no doubt they were going upstairs to Rosalie.
I sat in silence with Cole for a long time before he spoke.
“I hate Anson,” he muttered.
I chuckled. “Me too, brother. Me too.”
My hatred was only growing, but there wasn’t shit I could do about it. He was trying to take Rosalie, and it was still eating at me.
I trusted her, so I’d let it slide.
For now.
At this time, we had bigger fish to fry. We needed to get a handle on all the shit happening around us with hits on my family.
If we didn’t, someone could get hurt, and I swear to fuck; if one hair on one of my guys’ heads were harmed, I’d lose it.
And if it were Rosalie?
God have mercy on their souls. Had Anson not killed the piece of shit who touched her, I knew I’d have torn him to shreds. As it were, I would find out who sent him and do twice as much to him.
Motherfucker better believe in God because I was going to send him to meet him.