Chapter 9
EVAN
Another day. Another trip to nowhere.
The police stopped in, and we caught them up on the nothing we had. They had just about the same.
E didn’t stop in, which I was grateful for because he definitely wasn’t the guy I remembered.
I was still proud of him and happy, despite him being a complete dickweed to me.
But I also understood where he was coming from. He saw me as a threat and Fox’s replacement. I wanted to pull him aside and just pull off my disguise so many times, but then he’d open his mouth and be a dick.
I shook my head as I let the water from the shower spray down on me.
My dad had called earlier in the evening, and he said he was turning up nothing. If my dad was coming up empty-handed, then I knew something was seriously fucking wrong.
Every lead we had led to the same fucking dead end.
I didn’t want to give up, but I honestly didn’t know what else to do. All we could do was keep pounding the streets to shake shit up. Dante wasn’t having any better luck than we were.
I was sick.
I tried to hide it, but Ro being gone was killing me. And now Ryder was gone.
He and I were fairly close. I liked him a hell of a lot.
I hadn’t said shit to Anson about Ryder loving Rosalie. The two went way the fuck back, and I didn’t want to upset Anson if he was against it.
This was something Ryder needed to talk to Anson about. Klaus was in the know, and I was pretty sure he didn’t like keeping the secret either, but as he told me, we had bigger shit to worry about right now.
He wasn’t wrong.
I washed my body and let my head hang back. All I could think about was Ro. How much I missed her. How badly I wanted her. We were going to try for a baby. She’d even agreed to the name Legend if it were a boy and Amelia if the baby were a girl.
I grasped my cock and stroked myself, needing some kind of relief from this fucked up shit.
I forced myself to focus and pretend like Ro was just on tour. That she was safe and making love to Anson.
I stroked faster.
Truth be told, I liked watching her fuck Klaus and Anson. I liked it when they watched me fuck her.
But really, I liked to watch most.
I liked to see her head thrown back as Klaus ate her pussy or watch her suck Anson deep into her throat.
Maybe it was a kink.
I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. All I knew was that it worked for all of us, and I was happy.
I stroked myself faster. In my mind, I kissed my way down her body, stopping at her perfect tits and lavishing them both with my lips.
She moaned my name softly.
My breathing picked up as I pushed deep into her pussy in my imagination.
She gripped my shoulders tightly, her eyes wide as she stared up at me.
I thrust into her tight pussy hard and fast before slowing and grinding deep inside her just the way she liked.
“Evan,” she moaned my name. “Mm, please.”
I rutted deep into her, making her cry out as she came.
“Fuck. God,” I groaned, my release jetting from my cock as I exploded. I jerked until I was spent, then let my head rest against the wet tiles.
I cried softly, whispering her name like a prayer.
“Please, baby, come home to me,” I cried. “Please. I’ll do anything.”
And it was true. I really fucking would. Anything she wanted would be hers. She just needed to fall into my arms safely, and I was putty in her hands.
I settled into my seat at the pizza joint we were in. Giodi’s was packed, so we tried a place Frank suggested. Anson said he’d been there before and it was decent, so we headed over.
“Chairs are fucking small,” Klaus muttered. “Come on.”
We followed him from the table we’d been at to a large booth in the back and settled in.
“That’s better,” he mumbled.
“This place used to be busy,” Anson commented, looking around as he slid in next to me.
“They have new management,” Frank said, looking at his menu.
“Probably the shitty fucking chairs,” Klaus grumbled, ignoring Frank. “I’m going to give them a 1-star review on Yelp for that shit alone.”
“Relax, you old grouch,” I said with a soft laugh.
Frank snickered, and Klaus gave him the finger.
“Hey, boys. What can I get ya?” the waitress asked.
“Two large pies, the works,” Anson said.
“No fucking fish,” Klaus interjected. “Or anything weird.”
“So we have oysters. You don’t want that either?” she asked.
“The fuck? Who is out there putting fucking oysters on pizza?” Klaus frowned. “No. No fucking oysters on my pizza.”
The waitress nodded, took our drink order, and left.
“Oysters remind me of bad pussy,” Anson said with a chuckle.
“If I want slimy, fishy-smelling pussy, I’d hit up one of Frank’s women,” Klaus muttered.
I wrinkled my nose at that.
“That’s rude,” Frank said. “I don’t fuck fish.”
“I never said you fucked a fish. What the fuck, Frank? Open your stupid-looking fucking ears,” Klaus snapped. “Dummkopf.”
“Almeno il mio cazzo è grosso, Klaus,” Frank shot back.
Anson and I chuckled at that.
“Ho cagato merde più grosse del tuo cazzo,” Klaus fired back.
We laughed louder.
“Relax. No shit-dick talk at the dinner table,” Anson said with a chuckle.
“He started it,” Frank grumbled.
“Why did we bring this dumbass?” Klaus asked.
“Because he’s been driving us all over the city. He deserves dinner,” I said.
Frank smirked at Klaus, who rolled his eyes.
I honestly didn’t mind Frank. Sure, he was a bit of an idiot, but he was always good for a laugh.
He wasn’t nearly as odd as Asylum, but he definitely had his moments.
Sometimes he’d pause mid-sentence and get a faraway look in his blue eyes before he’d blink rapidly and return, asking what we were talking about.
I could empathize. It happened to me, too, sometimes. I blamed an old head injury from the underground, though, not weird psychic abilities, but even I had to admit I had odd moments. When I spoke to Anson about them, he nodded and said it happens to him, too.
And we’d left it at that.
Our pizzas arrived, and we dug in. I was starving. I’d barely been eating, and it was taking its toll on me.
It felt almost normal to sit and have food with my family. Well, minus Frank. There was no way in hell I’d ever let his ass join us. Even I had my limits.
Frank was it.
We finished our food and returned to Klaus’s place for the night.
“What are you doing?” I asked Klaus as he undressed in our room with Anson.
With Ryder gone, we could have separated, but whenever Anson and I were together, we slept together.
I didn’t know why we did it. I suppose maybe it was a comfort thing.
All I knew was that my bed was lonely when he and Ro were gone.
“Going to bed,” he muttered.
“With us?” Anson glanced at me.
“Looks that way.” Klaus climbed beneath the covers. I shrugged and followed Anson in.
He got the center, and I took the outside.
“You feeling lonely?” Anson asked Klaus.
“I guess,” he muttered, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling.
I didn’t say anything. I knew loneliness all too well.
“She’ll be home soon,” I murmured. “Ro wouldn’t leave us forever.”
“She wouldn’t,” Anson agreed softly.
We were all quiet for a moment before Klaus spoke.
“I am OK with her wanting more to join us. If you’d have asked me five years ago, I’d have fought to be the only dick in her life, but I don’t know.
I love her. I want her to be happy. I mean, not Lorenzo De Luca and Cole Scott happy, but I’d be OK with Ethan.
I suppose in the big scheme of things, if she asked for those two, I’d be OK, too. ”
I grunted at that.
“I’m OK with him, too, but he already said no,” Anson said. “So I think it’s a moot point. In the end, it’s whatever she wants. I assume we will have Cole to deal with for the long haul.” His voice held that irritated note to it I’d become familiar with over the years.
“Cole is a good guy,” I murmured. “He’s just… possessive.”
“Nuts. The guy is nuts,” Anson said. “Can’t stand his ass. Never could. The only reason I held back for so long back then was because of Rosalie. Now?”
“You’ll hold back for Ellis,” Klaus said.
Anson sighed. “Fuck. You know I would.”
“You’re a good man, Anson,” I said. “I think you’ll be good with Cole once you two settle in with one another.”
He grumbled softly, but didn’t say he was going to kill him. That was progress.
I’d take it.