Page 72 of Sticks and Stones
They really needed to work on that.
When his phone rang, Ethan picked it up, and saw that it was Gene calling him.
Immediately, he answered.
“Yes, Gene?”
His partner and lover knew that he needed to break this to Ethan the best way he could. That meant telling him about the deal he’d made with their boss.
And he prayed Ethan didn’t freak the fuck out.
The bottom line was that Ethan wanted to go home in the worst way, and helping with this case tacked a whole year on—or more.
They were basically Gabe’s bitches, and going to have to handle this sex trafficking ring.
“Hey, Baby,” Gene said, clueing Ethan in that he was able to talk openly.
Ethan was curious.
“How did it go?” he asked.
That brought on some laughter, and it didn’t sound like happy chuckles.
Not.
At.
All.
That was Gene’s‘were fucked’laugh. That told him everything he needed to know.
There was trouble in paradise.
Their paradise.
“Well, Greyson had to call Gabe, and he managed to get us the trafficking case. We’re to start that right away.”
Oh.
Well.
That was good.
Maybe this wouldn’t be a giant circle jerk for the two of them.
“I’m sure Gabe is more than happy to dump that mess on us. He’s sadistic like that.”
Oh, he could say that again.
“We’re to work it until it’s closed down. So, that means it might take some time.”
Blackhawk didn’t flinch.
“No shock there. If we dive into it, we’ll be the most familiar with it. You know how Gabe is. He likes it handled.”
That.
He.
