60. Cole
SIXTY
COLE
“ E verything OK?” I asked as Fox came into the kitchen the following morning. “I heard yelling and a crash.”
“Just them fighting because Fallon decided to try to see Bianca,” Fox muttered. “They promised not to tear the house down.”
“Good. Seems like they have a fucked up situation going on.” I rubbed my stomach, feeling hungry. I wanted pancakes, but I was shit at making them. Enzo hadn’t come downstairs yet, and I didn’t want to ask Rosalie.
Fox grunted and slid onto a stool.
“I’m hungry,” I said, looking at him.
He snorted. “You know I can’t fucking cook, man.”
I sighed and looked at the cabinet that housed all the cereal. I really fucking wanted Rosalie’s pancakes. She made the biggest, fluffiest motherfuckers. Sometimes, she’d put chocolate chips in them for us.
My stomach growled again.
Rosalie came into the room on E’s arm. They were both smiling, which helped settle my nerves. The last few days had been fucked, and having E jump out into a fucking gunfight and nearly die was trying my nervous system.
“Good morning, baby,” Fox greeted her as she leaned in for a kiss. She hummed softly as she kissed him back before coming to me. I caught E pulling a pan out of the cupboard and sat up straighter.
“Rosebud,” I murmured. She brushed her lips against mine. “You look so pretty. I knew this would look good on you.”
She chuckled and pecked my lips again as I gripped the material of her pretty pink sundress in my hands. I’d seen it in a shop window and immediately went in and bought it for her. I fucking loved sundresses. I loved them even more when they were on my bedroom floor.
“Hey, man. We have company,” Fox said, nudging me as I slipped my hands beneath her dress and gripped her pert little ass cheeks tightly. “They could walk in any moment.”
I grunted in discontent but let my hands fall away. My stomach gave another growl.
“Mm, good. You’re hungry,” she said, stepping away from me. “I’m making breakfast.”
I perked up at that. “Pancakes?”
She looked at me from over her shoulder and smiled. My heart squeezed in my chest. Fuck, I loved her.
“Chocolate chip ones,” she said, winking at me.
“Fuck yes,” I said, sitting forward as E pulled out all the stuff to make her homemade pancakes. Within minutes, the kitchen smelled of all the deliciousness my Rosebud could whip up.
Enzo wandered in. His face lit up when he saw Rosalie cooking with E. E was shit for cooking too, but he was better than me and Fox. Plus, seeing him looking so happy made me feel good. We needed E to be happy.
E backed away, smiling at the pair, and came back to sit with Fox and me at the kitchen island.
“I’m glad Enzo is here. I’m shit at pancakes,” E said, watching them, his eyes glittering with happiness.
I nodded as I stared at them.
“Oh, baby. You know what I want,” Enzo said, winding his arms around her midsection as she flipped a pancake. Her soft laughter did something to me. Not long ago, I was worried she’d not recover after the shit in the alley, but here she was, still smiling. I thanked God every fucking day for that.
Enzo and Rosalie had argued this morning.
I’d heard them in the bathroom. It seemed they’d at least made up, so there was that.
While I wanted to step in and make them stop, I let it happen.
I knew she was unhappy, and maybe a big part of me hoped she’d get so far under Enzo’s skin with it that he’d back off from this life.
Not that I hated our life. We ruled this city, but I hated that she was afraid and had been hurt. I hated it so much that I was nearly ready to put her back into my car and squirrel her away from it all.
Breakfast was phenomenal, but now it was time for business again. We all sat in the living room, Rosalie at my side. Everyone had gathered except the kings. I assumed they’d be along shortly if they hadn’t killed one another upstairs.
Footfalls on the stairs had my attention as everyone chatted around us.
Bianca stormed into the room, looking like a fucking hurricane. The kings were at her back. I thought we might be under attack, but the moment Drake rose to his feet, she was on him.
“Wasp!” Dominic called out.
The room was silent as Bianca reared back and plowed Drake square in the face with her fist.
“Oh, fuck,” I said, sucking in a breath. Rosalie gripped my hand, gasping as everyone shifted.
Drake’s head snapped to the side before Bianca brought her knee up and nailed him straight in the groin. A collected gasp sounded out in the room.
“Fuck,” Drake rasped. He fell to his knees, his hand on his boys.
If I thought Bianca would stop, I was wrong. She reached out, fisted his hair, and pulled his head back. Blood rushed from his nose.
“You son of a bitch,” Bianca snarled at him. “I trusted you.”
Drake stared up at her, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“You fucking shot me! I’m pregnant, you fucking asshole!” she continued.
“I-I didn’t really s-shoot you. It w-was to protect you. Fuck.”
Bianca gave his head a firm shake.
“B? Baby?” Vincent called out softly. “Hey. Let Drake go.”
Bianca blinked as if coming out of a daze and looked around at us, all staring dumbfounded at her. At some point, I’d gotten to my feet with Fox, Enzo, and E, wondering if we’d have to intervene.
Trent stepped toward Bianca. She released Drake’s hair, and he crumpled to the floor in a heap, groaning as he held his boys and rolled a bit.
“Hey, easy there, little monster—” Trent started, his hands up.
Bianca reared back and clocked him in the face, too. He stumbled back, his nose bleeding. She stepped forward, ready to fight more, but Fallon had the sense to grab her and pull her against him.
“Princess, easy. That’s enough. The babies,” he murmured as he held her.
She turned in his arms and buried her face in his chest. He let out a sigh and tightened his hold on her.
“It’s OK.” He continued to soothe her as he rubbed his hand up and down her back. “It’s over. You made your point.”
“Fuck, she has a right hook on her,” Trent muttered, wiping at his bloody nose.
“Fucking let her go.” Bianca was ripped away from Fallon by Dominic. “You don’t fucking touch her.”
“She wanted me!” Fallon shouted back. “Don’t tell her what to do!”
“I’m not. I’m telling you what the fuck to do!” Dominic snapped.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Stefan yelled as he stepped into the room.
“Enough! I’ve listened to a lot of shit over the last few weeks.
I’m done. I almost died for real last night.
So did the rest of you assclowns. Bianca did what she needed to do.
We’re all here now. Fucking get over shit.
She’s back. She wants you all. She’s having two of your babies. Fucking find common ground already!”
Silence descended over the room.
“Fuck you,” Levin finally said. “You don’t have any right to dictate what any of us does. You fucking lying son of a bitch.”
“Levin.” Stefan turned to him, his face falling. “Brother.”
I’d retaken my seat, but Fox and Enzo remained standing. Stefan and Levin Seeley were big motherfuckers. If they wanted to tear each other’s heads off, I’d let them.
“Don’t brother me, asshole. My brother is fucking dead.” Levin stormed from the room without another word. Stefan hesitated momentarily before following him.
“Well, good morning,” I called out, clearing my throat. E helped Drake to stand.“ We have some breakfast in the kitchen. Rosalie and Enzo just finished cooking it. How about we eat and call each other names after?”
“Yeah. I’m hungry,” Trent muttered, glancing at Bianca.
She glared back. I had no doubt she’d tear into him again. The kings had a fucking fireball on their hands. She was perfect for them.