Chapter 13 Ethan
Chapter thirteen
Ethan
Ifinally had them both. My Songbird and my Rosebud. They were mine and I was theirs. I may have had doubts before but they are gone now. I knew what I wanted and, now that they both said they wanted me; I was never letting them go.
You'd have to kill me first.
She is my everything. My reason for being, she is my sun, my stars and my very soul. Her smile made my world turn. He makes my world stop, makes my heart pound, tears me apart and puts me back together in the same breath.
I had him once and lost him. Now he's mine again. It was stupid putting distance between us, even if it was to keep him safe. I was like a moth to his flame, more than willing to get burned just to get close to his warmth.
As for my Rosebud, she knows I exist now and she's mine too. I didn't have to hide in the shadows to be near her, I could just approach her.
I had everything I wanted.
Now just to get them together too, but first, I have someone to punish.
Some asshole thought he could put his hands on my Rosebud, pull my Rosebud into danger. I'm gonna make him wish he never laid eyes on her. I had a name and a face, that was all I needed. Seth Newgent was a dead man.
I was a detective usually. That's why Malcolm asked me to be security for him that night. While I had kept my distance he somehow was still in the know about my daily life minus my Rosebud. He hadn’t known about my obsession with her.
My job made it easy to keep her safe and make her ex disappear.
I knew where no one would look. I also knew where the dumping grounds for local killers were and how to make it look like my victims were theirs.It wasn’t like I went around killing willy nilly.
I killed very selectively and only when I had to.
I wasn’t insane like the other people in town.
I had a cause and rules. Seth broke those rules when he thought he could hurt my Rosebud.
So he had to die.I texted my partner letting him know I would be going into the precinct soon.
It was my day off so it wasn’t like I had an actual time to be there.
Before I went in though I had to make sure Blake wasn’t at fucking Zumba on her ankle.
I used the tracker in her phone to find her at the gym she liked to frequent.
I was in no way dressed for the gym but it didn’t matter.I walked in and scanned my membership card, yes I got one just because she goes here. Sue me.
I walked towards the Zumba room but stopped dead in my tracks. She wasn’t at Zumba; It was fucking Spin Class.
I had forgotten she’d recently started Spin class once a month. Why today of all days, on her hurt fucking ankle? “Jesus Christ.” I muttered under my breath and clenched my fists. What was she thinking?
Ducking behind some equipment I took out my phone and called her, chewing on my lip until she picked up. Luckily, she looked to be either early or doing a solo work out so she could talk if she saw my call.
“Ethan?” Blake panted softly.
“Hey Rosebud, I was calling to check on you. You’re not working out on that ankle, are you?” My tone teasing.
“Mm, did I miss you becoming my keeper?” Her tone teased back.
“I just don’t want you to overdo it and hurt more.”
She went quiet and I thought for sure I’d pissed her off before she finally spoke again. “I just want to keep on my regimen.” She sighed. “I need to work out more, not less.”
“Why? You look amazing.” I peeked around the corner to see a blush creeping her cheeks. She leaned against the bike, biting her thumb nail.
“I was at the gym…” It wasn’t an answer to my question, but I let it go.
“I’m just asking that you let it heal first.” I said softly. “Just a few days, Blake.”
“I think I like you calling me Rosebud more than my name.” She laughed.
“Rosebud.” I hummed.
“Fiiinnnneee.” She sighed, leaning off the bike and winced. “I’ll go home.”
Seth was double dead. I was going to kill him, bring him back then kill him again. “Thank you. Can I bring you dinner tonight?”
“I’d… like that actually.” She said, getting her bag and I hid again as she left the Spin Classroom.
“Text me your favorite and I’ll bring it over after work. Bye Rosebud.” I made sure she left the building before I hung up the phone and sent a quick text to Mal.
Ethan Bugsy: I’m having dinner with Blake, help yourself to the kitchen
Dickhead: No fair, I protest!
Ethan Bugsy: Protest all you want, it’s happening.
I pocketed my phone and left, making sure the coast was clear before heading for the precinct.
The moment I entered, I regretted it. “Bunny! Don’t you take a day off?” My partner, Peter Hudson shouted once he spotted me.
It wasn’t that I didn’t take days off. It was that they were rare. I had to keep up appearances after all. I only came in today to look into this Seth guy and get what I needed so I could get rid of him.“What can I say, I love my job.” I gave a fake but believable laugh. “Busting my balls, Hudson?”
“Always.” The man laughed. Hudson was a few years older with salt and pepper hair from stress. He was fit and good-looking with a chiseled jaw and deep blue eyes but didn’t compare to my Songbird. No man ever could.
I hadn’t exactly tried to be with other men while we’d been broken up. No man had been attractive to me so I hadn’t bothered. When it came to men, I could recognize their appeal, but that was as far as it went. Unless it came to Malcolm.
“So why are you here today anyway?” Hudson asked, sitting at his desk across from mine, cup of coffee between his hands.
“Don’t you know?” I drawled sarcastically. “I’m in-capable of taking a day off.”
He frowned, giving me a pointed look.
“My friend thinks he’s being stalked.” The fact that I said that with a straight face had me rolling inside my mind. Such a bold face lie. “I’m just checking on something for him then heading back out. I’m not staying.” My skin was itching from being away from both my songbird and my rosebud.
“Stalking is pretty serious. You making a report?”
“Nah, I can handle it.” I smirked at him.
“Ethan…” He frowned, tone warning. “We're officers, not justice warriors. Follow protocol man.”
I sighed and leaned back in my chair, watching him.
Hudson played by the rules. He was a stickler for them and all I's and T's had to be dotted and crossed.
I should have just waited to look him up till I was back, but noooo.
I'm fucking psychotic and can't let things go.
Can't let that prick continue thinking he got away with hurting my Rosebud.
“Look.” I said, rubbing my neck. “He's not sure if he is or not. He's just gotten a few weird fan letters and I'm just looking into it. If I find something I'll have him make a report.” The smile on my face is warm but I'm an edge away from plotting his disappearance if he pushes.
“Fan letters?” His face morphed into confusion, brows knitting together.
“He's a singer in a band.” I let out a huff of laughter. “Huge ego. It's honestly probably nothing. I'm just ruling things out.”
Hudson eyed me for a long time, my fingers twitching to reach for my knife tucked into my waist band. Just as he opened his mouth, my phone rang. The ringtone signaling that it was Malcolm calling.
The ringtone alone was enough to calm my senses. “I gotta take this.” I said, locking my computer and pulling out my phone before turning in my chair and walking away. “You have perfect timing.”
A whine came through the phone and I froze. “Mal?” My entire nervous system was suddenly on high alert. Had someone found out his identity and grabbed him when we parted ways? Did someone break in?
Another whine came, more breathless this time. “Ethan.” His tone was needy and I fought everything to keep my cock from gaining interest.
“Mal,” A low growl left my lips. “Tell me what the fuck is going on? Are you hurt?”
“No.” He gasped, whine still in his voice. “It feels so fucking good, not as good as you, but fuck… It fits just right, E.”
I set my jaw, every fiber going tense at his words.
Was he fucking someone else right now?
“Mal. What the fuck are you doing right now?” My tone was icy and dangerous, and I hope he heard it. Because if he was cheating, I was going to kill the person, fuck him in their blood, then kill Malcolm for stepping out. I'd hate myself for it, but I couldn’t let him get away with this.
“I found your toy box. Check your phone.” He groaned.
“My—” I let out a shaky breath. Of course, he went snooping and found my box of playthings. All things I originally planned to use on Blake. He was using them and putting on a show. For me. How could I even think that he was cheating?
I pulled the phone away to check and there was a new text message from him that I'd missed.
Opening it, I groaned lowly. He was riding the thick red dildo I'd gotten, completely naked, his nipples tight buds and his eyes full of lust and mischief, a wicked smirk on his face.
“Fuck baby.” I breathed and brought the phone back to my ear. “Like what you found?”
“I like the real thing better.” He gave another moan.
Fuck I wanted to watch him. See him ride it till he was about to burst then rip it out and make him cum on my cock.
“Come home and make me feel better.” He groaned.
I wished I could see what he was doing. “You're acting out, Songbird.” I husked, not all that upset at the moment until I remembered my objective.
“I'll sing so pretty for you.” Malcolm moaned out.
“If you cum before I'm done here you'll be in more trouble than you already are.” My voice was a deadly hiss.
“I… Ethan?” Mal's voice became unsure but still had that pleasured little whimper in it.