heyo. sneak peak
It's been a month since Edward and I took David out. I've been working as the cook in the cafe kitchen while Edward serves as a waiter. We've even devised a secret code phrase for when Rocky, our trouble-making acquaintance, shows up.
Edward: Hey, Cliff. Crazy's in the building.
Cliff: Got it. 10 pancakes, coming right up.
Once the cafe closes, we slip into the dimly lit speakeasy below. Here, Edward, a seasoned rumrunner, and I play guitar during breaks when the band is on break. Sometimes, Edward returns with a layer of dirt, proof of his adventures.
Cliff: Did you fall into the river again?
Edward: Yeah. Rocky pushed me.
Rocky: I just stepped on your foot, and you tripped.
Freckle: He pushed Ed. I saw it.
Rocky groans, his tail twitching in irritation. I approach him and offer a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Cliff: Pancakes?
His eyes light up, and a wide smile spreads across his face.
Rocky: Yes, please.
I always know what makes Rocky happy—pancakes. We head up to the cafe so I can make him some, and he sits down happily.
Cliff: They'll be done in like 5 minutes.
Rocky: Alright.
I start making the pancakes, ensuring they're perfect in size and shape.
(Edward's POV)
I wash my clothes and hang them to dry, stuck in my tank top and boxers. I sit in the alley, leaning against the wall, whistling a tune when I hear something around the corner. I press my back against the wall as I overhear two men talking.
Man1: You're going too far.
Man2: I don't care. They killed David, or have you forgotten your own brother?
Man1: H-how dare you, Javier! I loved him just as much as you! But I would never try--
Javier: Enough, Gabriel! Get out of my sight.
I hear Gabriel run away, crying, and then footsteps approaching me. I quickly grab my clothes and dash for the basement, hoping to hide from Javier, but he grabs me by the back of my collar.