Chapter 51
COLE
Irushed home, upset that I’d missed the evening with Rosalie and Ellis. I knew Ellie had gone to bed, and that Rosalie was likely sleeping too. It was just another day in their lives I’d missed out on.
I pushed open the apartment door and went inside to find Ryder asleep on our couch. He and I needed to sort some shit, but I wasn’t about to do it right then. He could punch me in the face tomorrow.
I rushed to my bedroom in a hurry to change and check on Rosalie and Ellis, but stopped in my tracks as I saw Rosalie curled up in my bed.
I placed my bag on the floor and closed the door before creeping over to her.
She looked so beautiful as she lay in my bed. If someone had told me a year ago she’d be here, I’d have wept and called them a liar.
But now?
I had to make this work. It had to happen.
Quickly, I peeled off my clothes and went into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind me. I did the world’s fastest shower before coming out in a pair of pajama bottoms.
I climbed into bed next to Rosalie.
It hadn’t slipped my mind that this was exactly what it would have been like if we’d stayed together. My girl. In my bed. Our daughter sleeping peacefully down the hall. Both of us having our careers.
It was my fucking dream.
The last few days, I wondered if maybe I’d gotten too high on sugar and somehow ended up in some weird trip I couldn’t escape from. Not that I wanted to, if that were the case.
Immediately, Rosalie mumbled my name and shifted so she was in my arms.
I smiled, my heart thrumming hard in my chest.
I held her gently and placed a tender kiss atop her head. Before I’d left for work that morning, I’d jerked off in the shower in a speed race so I wasn’t late for work. In my mind, she was on her knees, sucking my cock.
I’d blown my load in less than thirty seconds. While I was upset that I didn’t remember our night together at the house, I was grateful too because I knew my bitch ass hadn’t lasted long since I hadn’t been laid in years. I’d have likely been embarrassed.
I lay with her in my arms for a long time, envisioning what it would be like to actually get her to be mine again.
I’d join her guys if I had to. I’d learn to deal with Ass Hat and that German shit box.
Evan didn’t seem like a bad guy, so I didn’t foresee issues with him.
In my head, I willed E and Enzo to be with us, too.
A noise from downstairs woke me, and I carefully untangled myself from Rosalie and grabbed my gun before going downstairs. I didn’t know if Ryder woke up, got confused, and busted his ass on the stairs or what, but I took caution anyway.
I crept downstairs to find Enzo and Jade laughing softly as they grabbed more drinks.
I eyed Jade as she draped her arms around Enzo’s neck and giggled softly. He rested his head against hers.
Fuck no.
I’d told this bitch already.
If Enzo didn’t want Rosalie, fine. I’d learn to deal, but there was no fucking way I’d let this bitch dig her claws into him.
Ryder shifted on the couch, and I had no doubt he was awake and watching the entire thing unfold, and that Enzo didn’t even realize we had a guest.
I stormed forward and shoved my way between Enzo and Jade.
“I think the fuck not,” I snarled as she stumbled back.
“Cole, man,” Enzo started as Jade called me a very colorful name.
“No.” I rounded on him. “Shut the fuck up.”
He blinked at me, clearly fucking blitzed out of his head.
“If you don’t want Rosalie, fine. Be a fucking idiot,” I snarled softly at him so Jade couldn’t hear as she whined and called for Enzo.
I placed my hands on either side of Enzo’s face.
“But for fuck’s sake, Enzo, not this bitch.
Not tonight. If you’re going to fuck her, do it sober so you know exactly what you’re doing.
Whiskey weinering ain’t going to be the choice tonight, brother. You’ll hate yourself tomorrow.”
Enzo stared back at me. “Does she fuck you, Cole?” he whispered, his voice shaking. “Rosalie?”
Something inside of me grew protective. Rosalie was my girl, even if it wasn’t confirmed just yet. Enzo didn’t want her. Or at least he claimed he didn’t.
And because of that, he wasn’t privy to anything we did together.
It slammed into me hard.
We were separated.
I was separated from my brothers.
“What I do with my girl isn’t your concern,” I answered back softly.
“Not mine?” he asked, his voice shaking, the smell of all the alcohol he’d drunk wafting off him.
“Not unless you go tell her you want her and make this sloppy cunt go home. So which is it? Fuck the cum dumpster that any millionaire can have, or work your ass off for the girl of your dreams?”
His bottom lip quivered before he stumbled away and headed for the stairs.
“Enzo!” Jade called out.
“Go home,” he slurred.
I watched him go upstairs.
“Why are you trying to break us up?” Jade asked, coming to stand in front of me. “Huh? Are you really in love with him?”
I frowned. “No, Jade. I’m really in love with you, and I want to fuck you in the ass so we can have butt babies. That’s what they’d be, right? Shit like their mother?”
She glared at me. “You’re an asshole.”
I nodded. “I am, but Enzo belongs to me. If you want him, you have to go through me, and I honestly don’t think you’re strong enough to survive.”
She smirked at me and backed away, pushing the straps of her dress down as she went.
I stared in confusion at her as she let it pool at her feet, left in nothing but her red panties, her tits bare.
She came back to me and pressed her body against mine.
“If you want to fuck my ass, Cole, all you have to do is ask nicely. I’ll let you. Is that what I have to do? Be willing to let you fuck me too, like you did with Bishop? Huh? Is that how I get what I want?”
“You’re insane,” I said, staring down at her.
“And your dick is hard.” She rubbed against me.
“Wrong, bitch. That’s just how big my cock is flaccid. You couldn’t get me hard. In fact, I think I’m getting a reverse boner.”
She chuckled at that. “I’ll let you fuck me on the side if you let me have Enzo. Whenever you want. Our secret. You’ll feel so good as you slide deep inside my pussy. The thrill of having me while Enzo doesn’t know.”
I scoffed. “You know what’s fucked about this entire thing?”
She laughed softly. “Tell me.”
“I know you’re wasted off your ass, and I want to think you’re saying this stupid shit to me because of the alcohol, but I really think you might be serious. Now I definitely know you need to stay the fuck away from him.”
“Mm, you’re just a silly boy playing in a man’s world.” She placed her hand on my cock through my pajamas. I was definitely not hard. Total reverse boner.
“Fuck me, Cole. Your little girlfriend is upstairs. Trust me, you’ll like fucking into me while she sleeps, thinking you actually love her.”
I grabbed her arm and twisted, fury radiating through my body.
She went to her knees, crying out when I didn’t let go.
Maybe I should have stopped, but she’d already insulted me. She’d insulted Enzo. And now, she was talking shit about my Rosebud.
This bitch needed to go.
“Ah!” she cried out, trying to twist with her arm.
I was seeing red, my body wired with rage. I was fucking sick of these shady bitches trying to weasel their way into our lives. First, it was Juliet. I’d killed her bitch ass. Then, it was Celeste. Also guilty of murder. And now….
What was another one?
The cracking of her arm let me know I’d broken it on her.
She let out a cry, tears trailing down her cheeks.
I released her arm and grabbed her dress before throwing it at her.
“Get the fuck out of my house,” I said, my chest heaving. “Before it’s your fucking neck I break next. You wouldn’t be the first fucking one.”
She staggered to her feet, sobbing the whole way, and left the house, her tits out.
Enzo might kick my ass tomorrow, but I’d done him a favor.
“You didn’t see a damn thing,” I said softly. “I know you weren’t sleeping.”
Ryder chuckled softly from his spot on the couch. “You’re a maniac.”
“I am.”
“That bitch knocked Rosalie’s ice cream all over her today. Made Rosalie cry.”
I ground my teeth at his words.
“Then maybe I will break her fucking neck next time,” I murmured.
“You think there will be a next time?”
“There is always a next time with cunts like her. Have a good night, Ryder. Again, sorry about the lamp.”
“I’m sorry about my fist.”
“What?” I looked over at him and caught his fist to my face.
I groaned and stumbled back.
“Motherfucker,” I mumbled. “Prick cocksucking bastard.”
“I’m tired, or I’d have hit you harder. Next time, bitch.”
I’d have fought him back, but I deserved it.
“Work on your aim, dick,” I grumbled, shoving past him. “You hit me on the cheek.”
“Noted,” he muttered, flopping back onto the couch and pulling his blanket up.
Jesus Christ. Today had been a long day.
I woke the following morning with Rosalie wrapped around me. I grinned like a fool.
“Sorry,” she murmured, making to pull away from me.
“Oh no, you don’t,” I said, tugging her back to me. “Right here. This is where you belong.”
“It just feels…”
“Don’t you dare say weird,” I grunted. “You’ll kill me.”
She laughed softly. “Strange.”
“Fuck. You want me dead.” I hadn’t kissed her since the night we’d done it for the guys. I definitely wanted to, but I was trying to play the long game here and not fuck anything up by moving too fast.
“What do you say we get up, get our daughter some breakfast, and then we catch up. Like, really catch up. I want to know everything. And if you have pictures on your phone, I would love to see them.”
“You’re funny,” she said.
I reached down and tilted her chin up.
“You think so?” I murmured.
She let out a soft breath. “I do.”
I chuckled at that, my heart pounding.
Fuck it. Kiss her, you idiot. Do it. Do it, pussy.
The doorbell rang, and I groaned.
“You snooze, you lose, Scott,” she said, pushing me away.
I groaned again, laughing a little. She knew I wanted to kiss her.
I knew Enzo was likely still passed the fuck out, so I got up and went downstairs to find Ryder grunting, a pillow over his head to drown out the doorbell again.
I knew the guards would never let anyone ring the bell who wasn’t a welcome guest, so I pulled the door open and stared at Ass Hat.
“Good morning, bitch face,” he greeted me, looking as pretty as fucking ever.
“Ass Hat,” I muttered. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in L.A.”
He grinned and nodded to his suitcase. “Thought I’d have a sleepover.”
Fuck. My. LIFE.
He pushed past me and came into our place as if he owned it. It was him rushing to Rosalie and scooping her into his arms that was a knife in my chest.
He crushed his lips against hers as I watched helplessly from the doorway.
Ryder got up and punched me in the stomach, doubling me over.
“Hurts, huh, wall nut?” he asked. “By the way, I’m going to do that at least eight more times since you gave me a fucking concussion.”
“What… the… fuck… is a… wall nut?” I rasped as I tried to catch my breath.
“It’s when you jerk off, and it spurts out too fast and too far and hits the wall. That’s you. A wall nut. Just always trying to go too fast.”
“God, I should have hit you harder,” I wheezed. “Fucking ass napkin.”
Ryder chuckled, and I managed to right myself.
Although watching Ass Hat play tonsil hockey with my girl made me bend over again as I clutched my stomach.
Fuck, it all hurt.