The ex
1164 Words
*Astrid*
“Did you leave the front door open ?” Zac is instantly on high alert, as we turn into the driveway in front of my little house.
I shake my head. “No, I always lock the door”.
“Stay here darling”. He is already out of the truck, his gun ready in his hand, as he keeps his head low, running to the door.
“Stay boy”. I tell Pjuske, as me and him get out of the car. I look around, this is kinda weird. Then I spot a well known car out on the curb, just in the opposite direction than where we came from and I curse under my breath. “Dammit ... come boy, it’s probably best if Zac doesn't shoot him”.
I hurry into the house hearing Zac’s voice, cold and demanding. “Put that down and hands on your head”.
“What the f**k !” No doubt that is Elias’ voice. “Who the hell are you ?”
“I said hands on your head, now”. Zac sounds just a bit annoyed, but also very much confused.
I step into the kitchen, seeing Zac point his gun at another tall and rather handsome man, who has a box in his arms. “Hi Elias ... Zac lower your gun, that isn’t a criminal, not in the way you can arrest him kinda criminal at least ... this is my ex husband Elias”.
Zac lowers his gun, but keeps his eyes narrowed on Elias. “Well he didn’t say that and isn’t he still kind of trespassing ?”
“I have a key. I was picking up some of my things from the basement. I ...”. Elias cuts himself off and looks at me. “Who is this i***t anyway, threatening me with a gun in my own house ?”
“Your house ? It’s my house now ... Don’t forget that”. I huff. “And this is my new partner at work ... Zac”.
Elias lets his eyes run over Zac. “Hmm ... Well, call your bloodhound back. I have a right to get my stuff”.
“You have a right to get your scrawny ass out of here before I mistake you for a robber”. Zac sneers.
“Who do you ... ahh”. Elias looks at me, shaking his head slightly. “You are banging this loser right ? That's the reason for all the playing macho ... seriously Astrid, what is it with you and f*****g losers you work with ?” Then he looks at Zac. “Oh I hope you don’t think you are the first one. Astrid has a ... liking for taking home work”. He chuckles coldly. “Remember that weird shrink you ...”.
Before I can react, Zac has him by the neck and pressed into the wall, the box dropped on the floor. Zac’s voice an angry hiss. “Remember how to shut that mouth of yours ? Because I would do that right now if I was you ... before I turn you into a f*****g pretzel”.
It’s not that Elias doesn't kind of deserve his ass handed to him, but I know my ex and Zac could end up in trouble, so I quickly step over, placing my hand on his shoulder. “Let him go Zac ... he isn’t worth it”.
“Are you sure ?” Zac glances at me, when I nod, he growls low in his chest and lets go of my ex husband. “Get the f**k out of here, and next time you want to stop by, call first”.
Elias scrambles to get his box, striding towards the door. “This ... I won’t forget this, just you wait”.
“Please darling ... let me shoot him, I promise I can make him disappear so no one will ever find him”. Zac mumbles a little too loud.
Elias whips around. “Oh he is a perfect match for you this one, reeking of alcohol ... two booze heads, so very sweet and well just a tad sad”.
Zac steps forward, looking ready to jump him and Pjuske starts growling deep in his throat.
“Go ... leave Elias”. I fight to hold my emotions in check. “If I drink I think we both know who is to blame, but this is my house now, so please f**k off”.
Luckily he turns, shaking his head and mumbling something about losers, before leaving, followed to the door by a growling Pjuske.
“What a f*****g douchebag ... no wonder he is your ex husband”. Zac says, shaking his head. “Hitting him would be worth it”.
“No it wouldn’t Zac, he is a journalist ... an investigative reporter on the biggest newspaper, he could ruin your career completely”. I slump down on a chair.
*Zac*
Damn I could really use a drink now, just to come down, to keep my wolf under control and drown this desire to hit the asshole into next week. But I can’t right now, so instead I have to swallow the anger.
I spot something on the floor. “Seems like something fell out of Mr charming box”.
Go go to pick it up, it’s a picture. Pjuske, Astrid, that jerk Elias and a little boy, probably 2 years old, blonde hair and big blue eyes. They are sitting on a blanket and the boy has his arms around Pjuske’s neck.
Who is the kid ? He looks a lot like Astrid, but she doesn't have kids ... does she. She looks up and I hold the picture towards her, but she shakes her head ... looking at it like it would burn her if she touches it.
“This is your son ?” I ask and she nods, a tear running down her cheek. “Where ... does Elias have him ?”
When she shakes her head I feel a lump grow in my throat and I kinda wish I had never picked up the picture.
She gets up and takes the picture, then she opens a drawer and throws it in there, closing it again. “Oliver is gone ... dead”.
“I am so sorry darling ... so very sorry”. I swallow, I can partly imagine how she feels, and then still not at all. “Is here ... is there anything I can do ?”
“You could get me a drink ... I need a drink right now”. Her voice shakes slightly as she lifts her eyes to look at me.
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