Semua Bab My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M): Bab 71 - Bab 80

MARINETTE“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY THERE'S STILL NO LEAD?!” Jaz slams her palm on an officer's desk, voice rising with each sentence. It's 8 A.M, Gwen's in school, the bookstore’s been closed for days, and Jaz and I are at a station, desperate for some news about Ethan. Jaz doesn't care about her appearance anymore. She barely uses makeup, skips work, walks around the whole street like a dazed human being. She's lost her purpose, her spark, she's a completely different person. Her eyes blaze as the officer picks up some papers on the ground, his impatience evident. He arranges the papers, scowling. “What else do you expect us to do, Miss Jaz, Miss Matinette?” “To do your fucking job.” Jaz grits out, eyes bloodshot. “He's been missing for a week, and you keep telling us the same goddamned thing like programmed robots?” “Watch. Your. Tone.” “I will not watch my tone until you tell me what the hell is going on. Is he dead, alive, just fucking tell me something before I go insane

ETHAN My eyes flutter open. It's draining to realize I'm still alive. Why am I still stuck here, still breathing, still waiting patiently for a break, when there's clearly not going to be any. I'm in a different place. The light is bright, too bright for my eyes, and it's way colder than the last space. I can tell my body's weaker from how faint my heartbeat is, and with my wounds out in the open, it's clear I don't have much time left. Raising my head slightly, I figure there's someone here, someone else. Possibly Leo due to the guilt swirling in his orbs. Groaning slowly, I watch him like I'm studying a book. He's staring at me like I'm about to break, like he knows he's got to do something about this before I kiss the world goodbye, and it amazes me how Marinette stumbled upon such a weakling. “You okay?” He asks, and I let out a ridiculous chuckle. My throat hurts, mouth too, but I draw the laughter like it's going to be my last. Is he really asking me that right now? Is he b

MARINETTEIt's the dawn of another agonizing new day. I'm curled on a large black couch, fingers holding my daughter in place. She's asleep on my chest. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hangs in the air, a reminder that Jaz’s already awake. I don't need to tilt my head to know she's there—sitting around the kitchen island, staring at her mug of coffee with a dead look in her eyes. The world outside is still grey, still silent—but inside, deep down, it feels like everything is screaming. Patiently waiting for the time I'll surrender to the empty void. A firm knock breaks the silence. Gently, I untangle myself from Gwen's embrace and stalk towards the door in my pajamas. Pulling it open, I'm surprised to find the guy that's always here with Ethan's boss staring at me. He looks stressed, but quite calmer than before. There's this air of peace around him that makes anticipation build in my chest. I open the door wider for him to come in, but he shakes his head. “We found him.” It

ALEXANDER‘Were you worried about me, too?’ Ethan's words ring in my ears like a song on repeat. The answer’s as clear as day, glaring even before a blind man, but I wave it off with a cold laugh and stare at the slight bruise on his face. “You think too highly of yourself.” “Highly?” He coughs slightly as a smile curves his full, kissable lips. “I saw the look on your face when you barged into the basement, Mr. Grey.” “And I saw the look on yours when you saw me.” I lean closer, lips a few inches from his pointed nose. I catch a whiff of his woodsy scent mixed with the smell of coffee, sanitizer and phenol. His eyes burn through me, like fire cutting through ice. “What was the look on mine?” Ethan didn't just stare at me with relief in his eyes. No. He looked at me like I was his answered prayer, his only light in a sea of darkness, his beacon of hope that had been buried in a sea of expectations. He didn't think before he passed out right on that chair because I was there. H

ETHAN Marinette deserves to know the truth about Liam, I know. But I can't stand watching her break. I don't want to be the reason for another failed relationship. It's the first day of a new week. I'm resuming work today. I'm meeting him…today. Jaz strolls into the kitchen, then leans on the kitchen island. She takes in my appearance as the smile on her lips widens. “Someone looks ready for his first day of work.” I hand her a cup of coffee, chuckling softly. “First day?” She nods, taking a sip. “First day after the whole chaos.” She then winks at me, taking a few steps closer. She sets the coffee mug on a small counter, then trails her finger over my bare arm. “How about a quickie?” She asks in between laughs. “You can't blame a woman for craving her man's cock after a glass of warm coffee.” A laughter spills from me. But in the real sense, I'm spiraling on the inside. I don't want to fuck Jaz. Not when I'm deeply infatuated with Alexander. Not when he's the reason I'