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One major thing Y/N had been forced to learn when it came to dating the President of SAMCRO, was that plans were not always concrete, even dinner plans. The disappointment in response to a canceled dinner date was not quite as palatable as it should be. The concern she felt easily overpowered any sense of disappointment.
A sense of concern was all she could focus on as she found herself sitting up on her sofa with a hot cup of herbal tea in her hands.
The television was on, but her mind was not focused on the film sheâd absentmindedly turned the channel to. Her mind was too focused on one person in particular.
It was late, far past midnight now, and her boyfriend was still out taking care of urgent club business assisting some brothers who had ridden in from the Reno, Nevada charter quite early this morning, right around sunrise.
She stared down at the cup of green tea in her hands, her mind a muddled mess as she recalled the phone conversations sheâd had with her boyfriend earlier in the day.
Y/N had held the phone up to her ear, her stomach forming tight knots as she listened to Chibs Telfordâs voice on the other end of the line. âWe might have to take a rain check on dinner plans, Love. Some shite came up, Reno club rode in this morning and Iâm needed here.â
She cringed the words escaping her lips before she could stop them. âIâm guessing this visit from Reno isnât a social call?â
âAye, not quite.â Chibs replied, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.
She leaned back against the service counter in her antique shop, her eyes cutting across her salesfloor knowing that the store was dead. She was the only one here to witness this conversation. She was free to be blunt. âWhatâs going on, Filip? Do I need to be worried?â
She felt her stomach knot up all the tighter at the response she received. âNah, no need to worry, Sweetheart. Reno jusâ needs SAMCROâs assistance trackin down a missing brother. Dumb fuck disappeared with a big chunk of cash belonging to the club. His brothers arenât too happy with him at the moment and they need SAMCROâs help trackin him down. Itâs jus club protocol, theyâre in our town so we have to help out.â
Y/N felt bile rise in the back of her throat, a voice in the back of her head taunting her about just what the MC planned to do with this missing brother once they tracked him down. âWhat makes them think heâs around here? Wouldnât hiding out so close to the mother charter be a dumb move?â
âAye it is a dumb move, but so is stealin from yer brothers.â Chibs commented, Y/N rolling her eyes in response, she hated that he had a point.
Chibs spoke again, not shying away from giving her more details. âRenoâs club Pres thinks their missin brother has some ex-girlfriend out in Lodi. He mighta run to her, or at least she might have an idea of where heâs hiding.â
Y/N felt a slight weak smirk cross her lips, unable to stop herself from saying it. âGuess you better hope sheâs one pissed off ex if sheâs willing to give up where he is.â
âAye, thatâs what we're hopin fer. Donât wait up fer me tonight, Love. Donât know how late Iâll be comin to yer place.â was the reply she was given. She was unable to stop herself from speaking the anxiety evident in her voice.
âYou promise youâll be careful, Filip?â
He was so fast to speak up, reassuring her. âAye, Iâll be jus fine, Love. Donât ye worry bout me. Iâll be safe. Iâm always safe mâlove.â
He was quick to speak again clearly trying to get her mind off of worrying for his security âYe should do somethin fun tonight. Go out with Venus and Brooke, have a girls night, aye. Our dinner plansâll have to move to next weekend.âÂ
Y/N had tried to follow Chibsâ suggestion of having a fun night.
She had gone out with Venus and Brooke and gotten her nails done choosing a metallic silver that she had found pretty for her fingernails and a pale blue for her toenails. Sheâd gone out to dinner with the girls enjoying sugary cocktails and sushi.
She could not shake the sense of dread that had settled down into her gut though the emotion feeling like an unwelcome house guest.
Y/N could not shake the worry for the man she loved despite his reassurances that he would be safe.
She had to imagine that this Reno brother SAMCRO was helping to track down was desperate and afraid. Fear and desperation made people stupid. Stupid people were dangerous especially if they had nothing to lose.
Another emotion had joined along with the worry, the emotion feeling like another unwelcome guest. It was an emotion she had a difficult time explaining.
It felt like a sense of apprehension or fear. It was an unshakable sense of unease.Â
If she was truly going to psychoanalyze herself she might conclude that perhaps she was having a difficult time coming to terms with the knowledge that the man she loved was most likely out doing something quite violent tonight.
She hated to admit that it was difficult to reconcile that the man she loved had a side to him that was capable of such brutality.
Chibs Telford had never lied to her about what he was capable of. At least she could say that when sheâd worked up the nerve to ask more questions about SAMCRO that heâd never been dishonest about who and what he was. Chibs had been honest with her when it came to the cold hard truth about acts he had committed both for the cause in Belfast and the MC both in Ireland and in California.
He had told her that it was only fair that she understood the harsh reality of what he was. He had chosen this path for his life a long time ago and anyone who wanted to be by his side had to understand that there was no leaving this life for him.Â
Chibs had told her that there were only two paths an ol lady could take when it came to the club.
One path would involve her knowing nothing. She could choose to be locked away from the truth of what acts her man might have to do for the club. She could live on the outside of the Club not having any questions answered. She would have to learn to accept white lies and keep content with not knowing the truth of the reality she lived in.Â
The other path involved knowing everything. It was a path where there were no secrets; only the cold hard truth no matter how disturbing that truth might be. This path would not be an easy one. It would mean having to accept the horrors and heartaches of this life. This path would involve having the truth but knowing that this truth could feel awful at times.
Chibs had warned her that the path of knowing nothing usually was a recipe for disaster. Being kept in the dark about the club would more than likely just build up mistrust which would lead to resentment. Living a comforting lie was no way to build a lasting relationship. This path would mean that she would always have questions knowing she would never know the true answers.Â
Chibs had been around long enough to see what happened to ol ladies who chose to remain in the dark about the club. Ol ladies who choose to stay on the outside, when it came to to club, usually always were left feeling distant from their partners. Eventually the burden of carrying the life and living a lie would break the Son. The distance between a Son and his ol lady created a sense of bitterness and the relationship crumbled.
Being kept in the dark when it came to the club was a sure fire way to have a relationship fail.Â
Taking a path of total full disclosure might not be a pleasant path to take, but Chibs had told her that from what heâd seen, it was the only path he was willing to take with her.
He knew that ol ladies who knew the truth could crumble under that truth, but he was willing to fight as hard as he could to keep Y/N from breaking under his reality.Â
Y/N had agreed to know everything no matter how horrible it might be. She had decided to ignore every reservation she had about just what Chibs Telford may have done in the past and what he might do in the future, and trust him.
She hated to admit that it felt difficult to wrap her brain around the knowledge that the man she loved so dearly was capable of terrible things.
When she thought of Chibs Telford her mind did not automatically turn to brutality.
She thought of the man who had spoken so sweetly and fondly of his daughter upon the first interaction Y/N had ever had with him.
She thought of Chibs Telford as being the man who had so carefully selected a pretty purple bracelet for his daughter. She thought of a wonderful man who had been such a doting loving father when Kerrianne had come to visit Charming months before.Â
Y/N thought of the surprisingly romantic man who brought Y/N gorgeous orange marigolds because he remembered that they were her absolute favorite flower. She thought of how Chibs would never tell her exactly how he managed to get the flowers to her on his bike without them getting wrecked, only giving her a cheeky smile and insisting that it was his little secret.
She thought of the caring and sympathetic man who had so gently listened to her open up about her past with her ex husband and had so sweetly promised that she would never have a thing to fear again.
She thought of the thoughtful man who brought her cups of tea in the mornings. She thought of how Chibs so lovingly made her a rich mutton, carrot, and barley stew when she was feeling under the weather, insisting it was his motherâs own recipe and would cure any ailment. She thought of the man who drew her baths after she spent the day doing inventory in her shop.
She thought of how Chibs rolled the perfect joint and taught her to throw darts. She thought of the man who took her on long rides on his bike. She thought of the man who had kissed her so softly and gently after their first date. She thought of how Chibs had seemed almost shy the first time heâd asked her on a proper date that night on the roof of the clubhouse. She thought of the man who looked at her with such adoration and worship the very first time theyâd made love.
She found it so strange to consider the man who she thought of with such adoration was capable of horrible acts.
The man who kissed her so sweetly was capable of causing harm if the need called for such acts. Intimidating and at times brutal President Filip Chibs Telford and her sweet and caring boyfriend Filip Chibs Telford were the same man.
It was not as though some dark spirit washed over Chibs when he committed horrible acts for the club. This was part of who he was.Â
She knew deep down that Chibs Telford was capable of savage acts, just as he was capable of acts of love.
It was a harsh reality she knew she had to accept. Human beings were multifaceted. No one was 100 percent good nor bad.Â
A tiny part of her had to contemplate if there was something deeply wrong with her to be so willing to love a man who was capable of horrible acts though.
A cruel voice in the back of her mind taunted her that her ex husband had truly done a number on her if she found love with a man who was willing to be King of the local outlaw bikers.
A softer gentler voice seemed to speak a little louder than that cruel voice though. This voice told her that while Chibs might not be innocent, that he loved her. In fact she was certain Chibs Telford loved her more than any man had ever loved her. There were times where she was almost certain that he loved her more than any man had loved a woman, though she told herself that the thought was probably egocentric and childish.Â
This kinder voice also told her that she had not felt this happy in her entire life, at least not since she was quite young, back when her parents were still alive and the world still seemed so kind and trusting.
Life had shown her that the world was not kind, but Chibs Telford made her at least feel as though she had a chance at finding some joy in the cruel world.
She knew that the only way to possibly maintain her sanity was to be willing to choose love over fear when it came to living in Chibsâ world.
A sense of relief washed over her exhausted mind as she heard the distinct sound of a key turning in the lock of her front door. There were only two people who had spare keys to her apartment and Y/N highly doubted Venus Van Dam was letting herself into Y/Nâs apartment this late unannounced.
The door creaked open, the man sheâd been wide awake and lost in thought over entering the room.
His tired eyes gazed upon her a tight smile crossing his features that she noted did not quite reach his eyes. âMâlove, ye didnât have to wait up fer me. I told ye not to.â
âAnd you should know me well enough to know I donât listen.â She managed to reply as she stood up from the sofa, hoping any strain was not evident in her voice.
She felt her stomach turn as she took notice of a bruise forming around his right eye, a sign of an impending black eye. She did not have time to question the injury as Chibs spoke up. âIâm sorry I left ye waitin up so late.â
âItâs fine, I can never sleep when you arenât there.â She admitted biting back questions about the source of the blackened eye forming across his features. She had a feeling sheâd know the full story at some point. There were no secrets between them.Â
âLet me get cleaned up, love. Ye settle down in bed, aye.â He responded, pressing a quick peck to her temple as he passed by.
She poured her now cool tea down the kitchen sink before locking the front door and obediently making her way to her bedroom.
She did not find herself settling down entirely; she able to hear the shower in her small bathroom running the noise clear even down the hallway.
She laid back in bed, her mind too awake to truly settle into sleep.
Chibsâ shower did not last too long; it was clear he was eager to get to bed after the long day heâd had.
She watched as he entered her room, dumping his clothing and damp towel in the laundry basket before slipping on a fresh pair of boxers.
He settled down into bed beside her, the words she wanted to say all getting tangled up in her throat.
She took notice of his knuckles spotting signs of bruising the skin clearly cracked and scabbed over in a few places. She felt the words escape her lips as she reached out her hand brushing over his cringing at the slight hiss that left him. âOh, Filip.â
âIt looks worse than it is.â He attempted to reassure her.
âHold on a moment.â She was fast to reply, getting up from bed before he had a chance to stop her.
She returned a few moments later with a tube of neosporin and an ice pack wrapped in a washcloth.
He sighed but did not protest as she treated the cuts with disinfectant ointment and pressed the ice pack to his knuckles knowing she would need to alternate it between his hands to keep the swelling down.Â
She felt the words leave her knowing she was getting her full disclosure out of him. âWhat the hell happened?â
âRan into a wee bit of trouble, nothin to worry over. We found the lad and he had a few friends to back him up but we managed. If ye think I look rough ye should see the other lads.â He attempted to soothe her a weak smile crossing his features.
âNot funny. It looks like something to worry over.â She remarked rolling her eyes ever so slightly as she kept the ice pack pressed to his hands.
Chibs shook his head he fast to reassure her. âIâve been hit before mâlove. Had far worse injuries than this.â
She let out a soft sigh having very little doubt about that. She took a deep breath working up her nerve to ask. âIâm guessing everything turned out?â
âAye, Happy is assistinâ Reno in takin care of shite.â Chibs remarked keeping the answer vague; it was clear he was not entirely willing to go into too much detail. He had the feeling she was smart enough to fill in the blanks without him saying the words.
Happyâs involvement in helping Reno was enough of a hint into how Reno had taken care of their problem.
Y/N felt her stomach turn, proving Chibs right that she was smart enough to fill in the blanks. She sighed once again debating if there was something deeply wrong with her given that she had no desire to bolt from this bed and this man upon knowing what she knew.
She pushed the thought from her mind knowing she would drive herself insane if she psychoanalyzed every reaction she had to the harsh realities of the life the man she had fallen in love with led.Â
She was smart enough to know that while SAMCRO tried to mostly stay on the right side of the law these days, that this was still the nature of the world they lived in.Â
She had chosen to take on this life when sheâd fallen for Chibs. She had to learn to roll with the punches.Â
She hated to admit that she was relieved as Chibs changed the subject somewhat away from what Happy may or may not be doing at this moment. âSorry I had to cancel on our dinner plans, Love.â
âItâs fine, it couldnât be helped.â She reassured him doing her best to give him a soft smile trying not to cringe at the bruise along his features as she debated pressing the ice pack there as well.
âAye, I know, but I also know this a hard time of the year fer ye.â Chibs provided the comment making her heart ache with adoration for him as it hit her just what he was hinting at.
She took a deep breath knowing that she was nearing the second anniversary of her grandfatherâs death.Â
Y/N had always held the silent opinion that her family history was filled with tragedy on both parents sides.
On her fatherâs side the first death had been her fatherâs twin brother who had been hit by a drunk driver and killed on his bicycle when he was twelve. The year after that her fatherâs mother had taken her own life not able to cope with her childâs death and unable to see that she was leaving one other child and a husband behind. Her fatherâs father had thrown himself into work and Y/Nâs father had thrown himself into photography.
Her father had not known happiness until heâd met her mother.
The loss of his brother had hit him hard and he'd carried that grief with him. Y/N could remember her father commenting that had she been born a boy she would have been named Edward for the dead uncle she had never met.
Her father had turned his grief to his photography chasing adventure as a way to cope with loss.
Her mother had shown him that there was more to life than running from grief.
Marion Y/L/N came from pain as well. Her mother had died in childbirth but unlike her husbandâs father, her own father had been loving and attentive. She had been positive and optimistic enough to brighten her husband's life.
Y/N was sure when her father had met her mother that they had thought that the future was bright. They had never envisioned that death would find them.
Their own death had been tragic and sudden leaving Y/N an orphan taken in by a grieving but loving grandfather.
Her grandfather had been all sheâd had and she was all heâd had. This fact just made her feel worse when she thought of how heâd died alone.
She pushed back the sense of grief dancing around in her chest. âI know I've said it a million times before, but I still feel awful for not going home for the funeral.â
Chibs pressed a hand against her cheek caressing the side of her face quick to offer her reassurance. âI think heâd understand why ye couldnât go home, Love. Yer safety was more important to him than ye goin' to that funeral. He's somewhere far past that, Love. I firmly believe that.â
She let out a shaky sigh remembering the words sheâd said to Chibs to explain exactly why she couldnât go home for her grandfatherâs funeral.
Going home would mean being in the same little town as her ex husband. Being in the same little town as her ex husband was too terrifying to comprehend. She was certain that if she ever stepped foot in her hometown again then she would never leave alive. Ezra would make sure she was his again or he would kill her so that she never left him again.
âI know heâd understand and that almost makes it worse. I mean, I keep thinking about the fact that I was all he had. I feel like I owed him showing up for his funeral, but I stayed hidden away like a coward after everything he did for me when he was alive.â She admitted hating the tears that had begun to pool up behind her eyelids she closing her eyes attempting to stop them.
Chibs wiped at a few stray tears that managed to sneak their ways past her eyelids he fast to respond to her. âI think he loved ye enough to know it was safer fer ye to stay away. I donât think he woulda viewed ye owing him a thing, Love. He did what he did fer ye because he loved ye.â
She opened her eyes a shaky breath leaving her she unable to stop herself from leaning into his caress. âHe really did love me. I think I kind of resented it when I was youngerâŚthatâs part of why I married Ezra, I felt smothered by my grandfather. He clung on to me so desperately after my parents died. I didnât understand some of the choices he made were really meant to protect me, not until I worked up the nerve to leave Ezra.â
She swallowed back the words knowing that Chibs already knew the entire story.
She spoke again, a tight smile crossing her features. âMy grandfather was a good man, one of the best men I ever knew. He didnât have a greedy or selfish bone in his body. I canât think of many people who would look at that much money and not be tempted to even take one cent.â
She cleared her throat, always feeling awkward at the mention of her fortune.
She hated even thinking of it as a fortune.
Sheâd resented peopleâs reaction to finding out about her massive trust fund. In her opinion, no one ever considered just why she had millions to her name. She had always viewed it as blood money.
Her parents' life insurance policies had shelled out more than enough money to last her a lifetime.Â
Her grandfather had only added to that fortune when he sued the manufacturer who had made one of the mechanical parts that had been in Y/Nâs fatherâs plane. The part had been faulty and it had been argued that it had aided into just why her father had crashed his plane. Apparently it had been true and a settlement had been reached between the manufacturer and her grandfather.
Needless to say, Y/Nâs trust fund had grown fat. She had enough money to her name to never have to work a day in her life. She had enough money for her children and her grandchildren to never have to work.
Her grandfather had touched not one cent of it. Heâd set it up for his granddaughter so that she would be the only one allowed access to her money. Heâd even forced Ezra to sign a prenup stating heâd have no access to it. It was Y/Nâs money alone.
Her grandfather had raised her humbly. Sheâd worked in the greasy diner heâd owned. Sheâd been rolling silverware for as long as she could remember. Sheâd bussed tables and when she was old enough sheâd been trusted to bring drinks to patrons and waitressed.
Her grandfather had not spoiled her despite her fortune. Heâd taught her to work hard and live below her means.
She had been hesitant to share the information about her financial situation with Chibs almost certain heâd have the same reaction most people had.
To be honest, sheâd realized that she truly did love him given what his reaction was.
Heâd remarked that he imagined it must be difficult being without her parents, that fortune did not make up for what sheâd lost.
Heâd been able to voice what she had always felt; that she would much rather have her parents than even one cent to her name.
She felt her throat grow tight needing to say the words. âHeâd probably have liked you.â
âAye, ye sure bout that mo chiridhe? Ye donât think heâd be unimpressed with me bein such an old bastard not to mention my less than stellar reputation? Ye donât think heâd take a look at the company I keep and get ye away from me before I corrupt ye too much?â Chibs teased the comment at least working a laugh from her the sound feeling heavenly after the day heâd had.
She rolled her eyes giving his shoulder a nudge as she finally pulled back the ice pack from his hand placing it on the beside table. âOkay, well, heâd probably not be too psyched about either of those things. Heâd like how you treat me at leastâ.
He managed to lean in his lips sliding along hers a small smirk crossing his features. âAye, I treat ye how ye deserve, Love.â
He pulled his hand from her cheek running it along her side resting it against her hip as his lips continued to slide along hers.
He pulled back from the kiss his words soft against her lips. âYe think I can show ye jus how I like treatin ye? Make up fer that canceled dinner date?â
She felt the giggle leave her lips as he coaxed her into his lap, she straddling his hips. âOh, I think you can find a few ways to make it up to me.â
His lips slid across hers all thoughts of the awful day heâd had and the muddled mix of emotions sheâd been wrestling with all night too far away to grasp.
She had a feeling that heâd definitely find a way to make amends for their canceled dinner date.
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The tiny town of Stubbs Pass, Alaska was not much to look at. It was close enough to the coast to offer an industry rich with fishing. The Whitlock family had long operated the only canning operation in the town and had supplied the town with employment for a huge portion of the tiny population.
There were a few diners, a couple of tiny hotels that catered to the occasional tourist passing through on the way to one of the actual tourist destinations in the Great North, a tiny post office, one school that catered to elementary through high school, a few churches, and some small modest homesâŚ.aside from the Whitlock home which was impressive.
There were also a couple of bars.Â
Tonight, young Officer Joseph Adams found himself nursing a beer at one of those bars.
Brown Moose Tavern was not the nicest establishment but it was loved by the locals. It was a good place to grab a cold one after a long day at Whitlock Cannery.
Joseph Adams found himself thinking back to the conversation heâd had with one Sheriff Althea Jarry a few weeks prior.Â
Heâd done his best to discreetly get in touch with a few people from Y/N Y/L/Nâs past, encouraging them to give Jarry a call, but he was certain not many people had taken up the offer.
Most people around town didnât care much to think about the past at least when it came to Y/N. Some of the local population thought of Y/N with pity remembering the tragedy of the loss of her parents at such a young age. Or they thought of her less favorably aware of her fortune, her troubled marriage to the heir of the townâs biggest employer, and her poor grandfather who had died alone without her.
It seemed that most people from Y/Nâs past had no desire to bring up that past especially not with some sheriff from California.
Joseph had decided to pay a visit to the tavern hoping his older brother might be willing to at least humor him by reaching out to Sheriff Jarry. Gordon Adams had been in the same grade as Y/N after all, heâd been best friends with Ezra Whitlock. He had to at least have some memories that might be helpful.
Joseph cringed as Gordon let out a scoff followed by a belch, the man never having the best table manners. âWhy do I give a shit?â
âBecause itâs the right thing to do.â Joseph insisted, a frustrated groan leaving his lips.
Gordon rolled his eyes not above calling out his younger brother. âYou mean itâs a great career boost for you?â
âIt could beâŚbut if this sheriff is right and Y/N is caught up in somethingâŚit would be right to help her any way you can.â Joseph offered cringing at the more selfish reasons he may have been agreeable to helping out Sheriff Jarry in her vendetta against the MC in her town.
If she was right then this might open the door for the authorities in Alaska to go after the Sons charter here. If Joseph was involved this early into the investigation then this might be his ticket into a larger force in a bigger town than Stubbs Pass.
Gordon parted his lips to reply but did not have a chance as someone else who was quite familiar with Y/N entered the bar.
Ezra Whitlock had always made Joseph feel uneasy. He was an attractive man, dark hair and eyes, a five oâclock shadow across a chiseled face, a nice jawline, a healthy complexion, and handsome enough in a blue collar good ol boy kind of way. He was physically fit and dedicated to the gym. He attracted plenty of attention from women.Â
He was quite typical of most of the men who lived in Stubbs Pass, aside from the fact that he had long been considered the townâs golden boy. Everyone liked him and if you hated him you pretended to like him.Â
His money bought plenty of popularity and respect in Stubbs Pass.Â
There was something about him that made Joseph feel the slightest sense of unease though.
Perhaps it was just that Ezra had taken joy in giving Joseph such a hard time along with Gordon when Joseph was younger.
Gordon smirked, apparently seeing this as a good chance to once again give his little brother shit. âEzra you wonât guess what Joey here thinks heâs got started?â
Ezra let out a huff sitting down in a bar stool and pulling out a wad of cash slapping it down on the bar. The bartender moved quick knowing not to leave Ezra waiting for his beer. âWhat?â
Gordon smirked all the more ignoring Josephâs slight squirming in his seat. âHeâs been talking to some hot shot Sheriff out in California, She thinks Joey here can help her out on her case?â
Ezra gave his companions a sideways glance raising a brow at this information. âWhat could he know that could help out some cop down in the lower 48?â
âOh itâs who he could know.â Gordon replied, the smile growing all the more apparent on his features.
He paused for dramatic effect before speaking again, the information definitely catching Ezraâs attention. âYour ex wife.â
Ezra tightened his grip on his bottle, his words holding an edge that made something in Josephâs stomach turn. âWhat does she have to do with this?â
Gordon spoke quick to repeat what Joseph had told him, making Joseph cringe. âApparently sheâs settled down in some little town out in California and hooked up with some big bad outlaw that this cop buddy of Joseph is wanting to bust. Joey here is trying to get his foot in on the investigation. Wants me to tell this cop what I know about Y/N. Can you believe that shit? I mean, I knew she had issues when she ran off and did what she did to you, but Christ.â
Ezra gritted his jaw at the comment.
To say he was still hung up on his ex might be an understatement. He knew it had been almost a decade now since the divorce, but he was still not pleased with how things had ended.
He could admit that from time to time he may have tried to track Y/N down. Heâd scared off a few guys who had shown interest in her too.Â
He could admit he was pissed that sheâd left him. In fact heâd spent most of their marriage pissed off. It wasnât his fault she pushed his buttons and made him lash out more often than not.Â
It was her fault really; he resented her. She always did think she was better than him even when he was buying her beers back when she was a teenager. She always was convinced she was better than she was. She didnât understand the pecking order in Stubbs Pass.Â
Ezra hated that Y/N technically had more money than him, that was for sure. Her damned grandfather had forced his hand in signing that prenup insisting heâd not allow the marriage if Ezra refused. Y/N was stubborn enough to listen to the old bastard and Ezra had reasoned that it was in his best interest to play along.
Heâd told himself that on paper she was at least a worthy wife of him. Her fortune meant she was desirable enough to marry into the Whitlock family. Her youth had made it easy for Ezra to feel as though he had the upper hand. He had made sure she knew how lucky she was that heâd chosen her.Â
He resented that even after the marriage though that Y/N remained the wealthier spouse. He had made sure to remind her that he was the provider in their home. She couldnât just be happy to sit at home and be the wife she was supposed to be though. She always had a big mouth and he found that she set off his temper.
She was not grateful for what he provided for her.Â
Then sheâd had the nerve to leave him over one little mistake. He hadnât meant to hurt her as badly as he did and she had not been able to forgive what he had done. He had tried to win her back but then sheâd had the nerve to divorce him.
That had set him off of course, and yes heâd reacted poorly. He could admit his temper had gotten the better of him.Â
His parents had forced his hand in the divorce in the end. They told him to divorce the bitch or they were cutting him off. They cleaned up the mess heâd made in lashing out at her and his thank you to them had been to divorce his wife.
He had not divorced her on his terms. He loved her still as much as a man like him could love someone he guessed.
He felt like a child whoâd had his toy taken from him. It wasnât fair.Â
He had become determined after that to make Y/Nâs life hell or win her back.
Heâd come close more than once, tracking her down and trying to romance her. Heâd hoped that he could soften her heart and win her back.
Heâd never loved another woman the way he loved her. He had not moved on from her despite the fact that women in Stubbs Pass threw themselves his way.
 Y/N was his and that was that. No other woman would satisfy him.Â
He was sure that one day heâd win her back or make her pay for humiliating him by leaving him. No one left Ezra Whitlock or made a fool of him.
He took a deep breath pushing back his irritation telling himself that this was a golden opportunity. His ex wife had settled down in California and found some trouble it seemed.
Perhaps she had found herself in deep enough shit to have a wake up call and remember how good sheâd had it with him.
He took a swig of his beer playing it cool as he spoke. âPass on that number to me Joey. I bet I could tell this cop friend of yours a thing or two about my bitch of an ex wife.â
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(A/N) Always a sucker for spitfire assassin readers. 'Tis my weak spot. Anyways, this will contain gun use and descriptions, bullet wounds, violence, body horror, and amongst other things. Nothing too heavy for the first part. Slow burn, slight enemies to lovers. We shall see what the future holds, muahahaha.
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Of course, it had to be fucking Russia the 141 sent you to. Trust was something theyâd never give you, not with your track record of running the second you saw a viable chance. Not this time. A severe winter storm obliterated every option you had. You hate being on their leash. If thereâs two things you loved about your life before this, it was being rich and free. At least your rage is keeping you warm.
Teeth chattering, you lift your scope and finally spot your target. A warehouse in the middle of nowhere, apparently one of KorTacâs many weapons caches. The mission? Fucking sneak in and place cameras throughout the facility. Thatâs all theyâre using you for, recon for something theyâll just blow up at the end of the day. A waste of your talents.
You itch for the hunt again, researching and observing everything about your target before finally taking them out. Itâs not like you popped the heads of good people. All of them deserved it in the end.
âGot eyes on the warehouse. Going inâŚâ
You wait a few seconds, unable to resist snarking back at the men whoâre probably enjoying the heat of the base.
ââŚand go fuck yourselves. I better have a warm bath waiting for me after this.â
Silencing your comms, you pocket the scope and trudge up the snow. The snow boots they forced you to wear are clunky, something that would make sneaking around more difficult than it should be. Itâs like theyâre trying to kill you, which they most likely are.
Getting past the guards was too easy, quickly memorizing their patterns until you noticed an opening. Slipping through, the clunky boots are left behind and buried in the snow long before you enter. At least you were able to sneak in backups, much more lightweight and silent. Just the way you like it.
Your snake cam quickly slides underneath the door, confirming that itâs safe to enter. The door is unlocked⌠thatâs the first strike. Your instincts tell you to get out of there, that the mission is already fucked, but you continue. Slipping in, you waste no time climbing to the rafters and place cameras. The unlocked door plagues your mind, something so small that KorTac would never allow to happen.
There are several exits you could use if your gut is right. A window, no, two windows and even a skylight, but even if you did manage to get out you would be stranded. The thought chills you to the bone. Was this a suicide mission? Would the âgood guysâ really do that to you? Shaking the thought out of your head, you decide to save the last camera placement near the door. At least youâd be able to leave quickly.
Just as you place the second to last camera, the door opens. The cold air sends a chill down your spine, but the man you see walk in makes you freeze. He must be 7 feet tall. Fear finally settles in your bones. Hiding behind one of the metal beams, you shift out of his eyeline and regulate your breathing. You canât lose your shit, not now. You sneak another peak at him and holy shit, heâs wearing a mask. Itâs not cheesy like Ghost, the emo skull caricature ruining any intimidation tactics the man tried on you. No, itâs terrifying. The eye holes, a void of black in the lighting, feel like theyâre staring right into your soul.
He moves to turn a corner and BAM!
You slam onto the ground before you know it, slamming on your side and  cracking your head on a crate. Your vision blurs, a possible concussion sealing your fate. God, you should be in the Caribbean right now getting your back blown out. This is such bullshit.
âLooks like a little birdy is nesting where she shouldnât be.â
His voice is accented, possibly German. No, Austrian? Itâs taunting, making your blood boil. Despite seeing three of him, you lift your pistol and aim at one of him, but heâs faster than he looks. The giant plucks the weapon from your hand and grabs you by the throat. As if you weigh nothing, he slams you into another crate, shattering the wood beneath you. Black spots dominate your vision, his eyes burning into yours.
Even while youâre clawing at his hand, he rips your mask off with ease. You try to suck in another breath, but itâs in vain. This is it. Youâre dying. The dream of retiring and dying of old age is dead, just like youâŚ
Air. You have air? Greedily filling up your lungs, you wheeze and gasp as youâre flung over a shoulder. Something painfully digs into your stomach, nearly making you lose your breath again, but the cold is enough to kickstart your body. You begin to struggle, but a harsh squeeze to your shoulder wound makes you freeze. Fuck, this giant really did a number on you.
Mr. Tall, dark, and horrifying shoves you into a vehicle, shouting something at the driver. The car lurches forward immediately. Your head nearly slams into the window from the force, but youâre pulled close to a warm body. A knife appears in your vision, your unfocused eyes unable to track it as your clothing is cut away. You move to push him away, but the knife moves to your throat.
The overhead light in the car finally lets you see his eyes, deep blue orbs paralyzing you instantly. Satisfied with your reaction, he finishes cutting through your clothes and applies pressure to your wound. Hissing, your eyes flutter shut, but youâre not even allowed the sweet peace of unconsciousness.
âEyes open.â
A bump in the road sends pain straight down your spine, waking you enough to keep your eyes open. The giant, who is hunching in the vehicle, starts dressing your wound. The sight nearly makes you laugh. Maybe it does. His eyes move from your wound back to you. It makes you want to shrink away, but the fucked-up part of your brain is enjoying this. You missed working with mercs, at least they knew how to have a good time. A good time sounds good right now.
Everythingâs a blur, you barely register leaving the vehicle, let alone the gurney trip through a hallway of blinding lights. Multiple figures pull you forward, slamming through door after door until you reach your destination. They stop so fast you nearly vomit, the whiplash too overwhelming. Too many pairs of hands tear at you, stripping your equipment and cutting through any cloth in the way.
âSir, the resources weâre using for her-â
Heavy footsteps interrupt the doctorâs words, the room growing dead silent. âSheâs worth more alive, unbroken. Do not make me repeat myself again.â
Your mouth is dry, why the hell is it dry? Shifting in the bed, the blanket scratches at your exposed skin. The new angle shines a bright ass light in your face. It forces you to shift again, a sigh escaping your lips. Thatâs when you hear it: a beep. Frowning, your eyes refuse to open until you blink quickly. Flashes of a bright, barren room fill your senses. A hospital?
Thatâs when it hits you. Oh. Shit. Thereâs a creak next to you, and thatâs when you see him. The giant that subdued you quicker than the 141 did, and that was the whole lot of them. You both stare at each other for a ridiculous amount of time, until he shifts, and your heart rate jumps at the movement. His eyes remain on you, barely blinking.
âYouâve been out for a while,â he remarks, standing up.
He grasps a cup of water, comically small in his hand, and offers it to you. You take it, eyes flicking down to inspect the water before finally taking a sip. God, it feels like heaven. Before you know it, the entire cup is empty. How long were you out?
âWhy didnât you kill me?â you ask, cringing at your own voice. Damn, you sound like you smoked one too many cigs.
âI did not spend months of planning just to kill you, Schatz,â he responds, folding his arms. âAfter the 141 intercepted our contact, it was my priority to get you back.â
âSo, you rescued me?â No one has ever done that for you before. Being used is all youâve ever known, paid or unpaid. It was you who had to prioritize yourself. âWhy?â
âYou are not an instrument of death; you use death as an art form.â Who knew he was such a poet? âApologies for the wounds, I had to convince them weâd kill you.â
âHow long was I out for?â Rotating your shoulder, you feel no pain from your bullet wound.
âA month⌠and thereâs something else. The men who had you, the 141, yes?â
You nod, waiting for him to elaborate.
âWe found a tag in your arm.â
That makes you sick to your stomach. A tracker? They tagged you like a fucking dog. You played their stupid game, did everything they asked so you could earn their freedom. Your nails dig into the sheets, tearing the fabric from the force of it.
Your eyes flick up to his. âYou said something about a contract. What is it?â
Something flashes in his eyes, his head tilting upwards. Is he smiling? âYou havenât lost your fire yet.â
Grumbling, you start stretching your limbs. Like hell youâre going to stay in this bed any longer. Your limbs pop more than you want them to, but at least your body is not as run down as you expected it to be. The routine goes by quickly, and you finally, cautiously, stand up. You wobble slightly, but youâre able to recover.
Your eyes shoot at the mirror in the bathroom, sadness overwhelming you. Shit is what you look like. Your colored hair is long faded, replaced by a dull, washed-out color of blah. Gritting your teeth, you turn to the man who kidnapped you. Technically freed you, but you still have no idea what this giant wants.
âYou still havenât answered my question, big guy,â you huff, immediately snagging the spare clothes next to you. You run through the previous conversation through your head again, trying to get any information out of this gargantuan man.
You slide on the pants, thankfully itâs easier with the shitty hospital gown. Unfolding the shirt, you nearly cry when you see a sports bra fall out of it. God, itâs even your size.
âWe will need you for future missions.â
You finish sliding on the bra, freezing. âMissions?â
âJa. We will discuss a contract, something beneficial to both of us. You and I will be equals in this.â
Tearing off the gown, you pull your shirt over your head. You turn around, sliding your arms through the sleeves with a frown. âAnd I have a choice?â
âOf course.â
Itâs so damn hard to read him with his entire face obscured. At least with Ghost you could cheat a little bit. Masks suck the fun out of everything. âWhat about living arrangements?â
âSince you are AWOL, soon KIA, I would prefer it if you remained here. Thereâs a room prepared for you.â
Thatâs nice of them, but how long until you go crazy in a new cage. You highly doubt theyâll just let you walk out the door, but there must be more to this. Heâs got to sweeten the deal.
âThe pay?â
âYou will find it more generous than your usual prices,â he responds, taking a few steps towards the door. Damn heâs got some legs. Your eyes drift towards his backside. Nice ass, too.
You really need to be spayed. Forcing your eyes upwards, you follow him through the building. Your socked feet are silent compared to his heavy boot steps, but the noise grounds you enough. It allows your mind to wander, this whole situation forcing you to think about how you got here.
You arenât military, special forces, not even a cop. No, you were a nobody who was willing to do anything to stand up for the little guys. Getting the weapons wasnât that hard, but training yourself? Being self-taught is what made your skills sought out, always unexpected and untraceable. You made your own rules, picking up a few things whilst you traveled. Itâs funny, a life of death and crime let you shed your shell. How things have changed.
Youâre in the room before you realize it, your mind wandering too close to memory lane. Itâs sparsely decorated, screaming military and barf beige, but itâs all you have. The guns mounted on the walls catch your attention immediately. A gasp leaves your lips before you can help it, gently removing your sniper from its mount.
âWhere did you find this? Never thought Iâd see this again,â you whisper, immediately falling into your routine of checking it for damages.
âWe were too late to prevent your capture,â he replies, watching you, âbut we recovered everything they didnât bother taking.â
Your jaw clenches at the thought of them taking you. Wordlessly, you place it back on its mount. Your hand lingers on it for a few moments, your fingers sliding down in now resistance. âI didnât wipe my slate clean just to be immediately kidnapped. There was a rat, and not just the one they squeezed my information out of.â
Rage enflames your entire being. Revenge would be a good hobby for you, something to get your strength back. Youâre itching for something up close and personal. Almost as if the giant could read your thoughts, he places a file onto the desk. Where was he keeping that? Goddamn you really need to start paying attention.
âWeâve identified a previous client⌠your firstâŚâ
You sift through the information. What information is available on you is enough to fuck you over. She gave them your legal name, history⌠everything. Your throat tightens at the photo of her, someone you considered a friend. Past tense. Sheâs on your hit list, bumped up to priority number one. The 141 will have to wait.
If I may ask, what happened between you and Maximus P?
...How do I begin?
This is a sore subject for me, but since you so politely asked, I suppose This Worm can spill his secrets.
We were friends once. Good friends. Best friends, even. He was my only comrade, my steadfast companion, the only one who really, truly understood me. We were thick as thieves, the two of us. We walked 2 school 2gether...we rode bikes 2gether...we even read the same Creepypastas.
I started noticing something...different about Maximus around early October. He was being more friendly with Brayden (he knows how I feel about Brayden). I tried bringing this up 2 him, but he shrugged it off and told me that their parents were friends, so he had 2 keep up appearances. (What a load of B$ that turned out 2 be...)
Then it was the night of the October dance. The week before Halloween. Maximus and I had agreed 2 forsake this frivolous affair of the masses and instead have a sleepover at my place 2 watch It (2017) because my parents said it was okay (Maximus P's on the other hand...what they don't know can't hurt them). But late in2 the evening I waited, until it became clear he was never 2 arrive...
On Monday, I grilled him about it, only for him 2 say he "ended up going 2 the dance after all." I reluctantly forgave him, but little did I know what was 2 come...
Halloween.
Every year we go Trick or Treating. Every. Single. Year. No exceptions. Since we were seven. We even do duo costumes. This year? I was Jeff the Killer, and Maximus was 2 be Ben Drowned.
But once again, he fell through. I sat at my porch waiting for hours, hissing at passerby and telling them 2 "take one." They couldn't tell how I was truly feeling behind my painted smile...I thought, is this how Jeff feels?
Then I saw Maximus P. pass by. And not in a Ben Drowned costume. And not alone.
Yes...perhaps you have sussed it out by now. Maximus was Eddie Munson...and Steve Harrington? He was standing right beside him, wearing the face of none other than my mortal enemy, Brayden. And the betrayal is made all the worse by the fact that Maximus is a known Steddie shipper.
Maximus awkwardly waved when he noticed my burning gaze. He and Brayden walked up my steps and said, "Trick or Treat."
How could he? How, after all our years 2gether, all our years of stalwart friendship, how could he betray me like this and then have the AUDACITY 2 come right up and say "Trick or Treat?" Right to my face?
I stood (with eyes Dry) and grabbed a fistful of candy. "TRICK!!!!" I shouted, throwing a mass of Halloween sweets in his face. "TRICK!!! TRICK!!!"
He looked baffled, and he and Brayden retreated in2 the night. I could hear them chuckling as they went...
I knew then that this must have been exactly how Jeff felt. Scorned. Abandoned. Mocked.
Completely, utterly...alone.
So that, dear Anon, is what happened between me and Maximus P. It is not a happy story...frankly, it is one I wish I didn't have 2 tell. But I must. And I must live with it. Every single day.