Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M): Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

ETHANSweat glides down my forehead as my eyes flutter open. My whole shirt is soaked, even my bed, and as the memory of what happened last night floods in, I drive my fist into the walls. Not only did he invade my privacy by peeping, he made me drop to my knees and fed me some wine. Fuck this. He made me so aroused and needy and throbbing, and he leaves after giving a damn order? Slipping into the bathroom, I have a quick shower because I'm late. Running a towel over my hair, my screen lits up with Jaz's face. Swallowing down the guilt that makes it hard to breathe, I place the phone on my ears, staring at my reflection in the mirror. “Hey, Jaz.“ “Ethan.“ Her warm voice fills my heart with even more guilt. “I'm just checking in,” she continues. “I woke up feeling a little empty because you're not here. When will you be back?“ “Today.“ I say with force cheerfulness. “I'll be there…. before.. the day runs out.“ As much as I try not to stammer, I do due to the guilt that's almost ch

MARINETTEWaking up to prepare breakfast for my family is always the start of a great day for me. Opening up the doors, my lip breaks into a smile, but my eyes suddenly catch some dried blood that seems to have come from the front porch. I squint my eyes, wondering if Gwen injured herself without telling me last night. But as soon as I step outside, I'm shocked to find Police cruisers pulling into the streets. My home. A cold shiver runs down my spine as my legs find their way towards them. My back stiffens when I see Jaz. She's wrapped in a robe, pale, trembling and even barefoot. Tears stream down her cheeks as she presses her head against my chest. “He…he didn't come back inside.” Her voice cracks. Gwen's still asleep, I haven't seen Ethan, my mind is so messed up, I can't make sense of anything. Seeing so many men in black around my home brings back the memory of my dead husband, because he was once one of them. I tighten my hold on Jaz, glaring hard at the police that's walking

ALEXANDERHudson's driving, eyes glancing over to the mirror to check me from time to time. My fingers are clenched, muscles in my jaw tucking, I'm running out of patience and if I don't see Ethan by the end of today, I might rip this whole city apart. “Try his number again.” I bark an order to Hudson. He flinches, grip tightening around the steering wheel. He tries Ethan's number, then lets out a sigh that makes me clench my teeth. “Still off,” he says. “Maybe he got drunk and—”“We both know Ethan isn't like that.” ~~We arrive at the station in minutes. As soon as I step in, the office falls silent. The officer on duty tries to stand, but hesitation mars his features. He parts his lips like he's about to speak, then seals them again. Slamming a photo of Ethan on the desk, I say. “My assistant here has been missing for some hours. Find him for me.” His fingers tremble as he picks up the image. “We…we received a report about this same person earlier, but it's too early to file a

MARINETTEIt's been four days. Four days without the sound of Ethan's laughter ringing through my ears. Four days without him walking down the stairs like a clumsy kid. Four days without his nagging, help, voice. The silence is so deafening, it's starting to overwhelm me. Stepping into the kitchen, I find Jaz sitting around the kitchen island. Her face is pale, eyes red and puffy from crying the whole night. Seeing her this way makes my heart ache, and the fact that I can do nothing about it makes it hurt even more. She's staring at coffee—the same one Ethan makes for her—like she's about to break. Leaning towards her, I calmly place my hand on her shoulder. “You've been staring at the coffee for minutes, Jaz. Drink up.” I whisper, and she just stares at me like she doesn't understand what I'm saying. She then wipes a fresh tear from her eyes. “I can't eat when he's missing.” “What do you think Ethan would want you to do right now?” She shakes her head. “He'd want me to take care

ETHAN I don't know how long I've been asleep, but I'm soaked in sweat and my own blood. The smell of iron twists my stomach violently, and the fact that I haven't tasted a single thing in days only intensifies my pain. “Get down on your knees, Ethan.” My back stiffens as a familiar voice settles in my ears. Alexander. Painfully, I tilt my head to the sides, eyes scanning the whole room for him. Then I hear Gwen's giggles like she's here. “Uncle Ethan, Uncle Ethan!” I tilt my head again, eyes frantically scanning through the dimly lit room. “Gwen.” I croak out. “Alexander?” Then it hits me. It's not real. It's only a hallucination. I'm slowly losing it. Snapping back to reality, I push their thoughts off my head and try to think of a way to escape. Glancing around, I notice a small crack in the wall that spills some light into the dark room. I squint my eyes for something that can help, then my gaze lands on a slight weakness in the chair’s base. Desperation claws at me. Testin