Like he was the one.
That photo said it all.
What?
The?
Hell?
Gene couldn’t possibly be over him that quickly. There was no way he could dump him and leave without having some feelings.
Right?
So now, Tommy wanted to find his number, so that he could have a talk with his ex.
The bottom line was that he wanted him back.
He was willing to negotiate with him, and somehow, come up with a good compromise. The motivating factor was that he wasn’t letting that whore Indian have his man.
PASS.
That family was a sick cult.
Now that he was back to work as the homicide captain, running the division that his ex, ironically, also ran, he realized that he loved Gene.
Like die without him loved.
It was peaceful and calm, and the city was under control. There was nothing happening that could blow up under his nose.
Gene had been wrong. He wasn’t going to die doing this job.
That was clear.
Now, life would be fantastic if his personal life were to return.
Only, there was someone who stood in the way.
Ethan.
What did a guy have to do to get his man back?
Start a riot?
Kill the man?
What?
All Tommy needed was to see him again. If he could have five minutes alone with him…
There was no doubt he could fix this. He could talk him down off of this insanity filled journey.
Ethan was married.
Tommy was not.
Ethan had a slew of kids.
Gene didn’t want kids.