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Honest - Bazzi
Ethan used to call meMi Cielobecause that’s what the main character called his love interest in the series he watched with his mom and dad when he was little. It was some Mexican telenovela he doesn’t even remember the name of. All he remembers is that Luis loved Gabriela with a fervor he thought was impossible and could only ever hope for in life. Gabriela was Luis’scielo. It meant everything to a boy whose parents didn’t love each other anymore. They divorced before he turned five and that was the end of his nights watching Luis and Gabriela. His dad moved back to Mexico, and he never saw him again. His mom stayed on the North Shore and married Joel Pearson, Elliot’s dad.
I didn’t know Ethan when he was five. I met Elliot and him in elementary school, but when we started dating and he began calling meMi Cielo, I asked what it was. He explained it meant that I was his heaven, his everything, and he also told me where he’d heard it from. It became my favorite term of endearment. Whenever I heard it, butterflies would erupt in my stomach, and my chest would swell with pride to know I was Ethan Torres’severything.
That’s not how I feel now when I hear him purr the nickname. I sit back on my haunches as I look up at him. He’s tall. Not as tall as Elliot, but tall enough to make me feel powerless at his feet.
“I’m not in the mood for your little game right now, Ethan,” I mumble, going back to my task.
He stays still, silent, and after only a short moment of him not moving, I look up again. His arms are crossed over his naked chest, and my mouth falls open.
Do neither of the two men living in this house ever wear shirts? It’s…unnerving.
Fuck. Ethan’s tattoos on his strong chest and rigid abs look absolutely delicious. Is it wrong that I want to lick each and every single one of them?
They’re not the only ones, of course. He’s got an entire sleeve on his right arm. But the ones on his stomach are peppered on there, each a fucking treat that tempts me a little more.
The owl that looks back and stares at you, no matter where you stand. The music notes that are scattered across his entire stomach. One could almost hear them when they dance on his skin with every breath he takes. The four evergreens at his hip. The ouroboros he got with Caden in high school.
The thorny rose he got after I told him it was my favorite flower.
And his Kings’ crown, of course. The one we all have.
I hate it. The day Ethan joined the Kings is the day he assassinated the both of us. He threw it all away to become powerful and feared. I hate Elliot for roping him in. I hate Caden for convincing him it would change his life.
It did.
It changed mine when I followed blindly. If Ethan was there, I wanted to join too.
Fucking stupid girl joining a crew who never took my side.
I go to stand up, but he stops me right away with a hand at the top of my head. He pushes me back down, forcing me to sit on my heels.
“This position is too perfect for you to move.” His voice is low, eyes darkening.
“This is not going to be a thing.” I try to twist from his hold, which only makes him grip my hair. “Ethan,” I grit out. “I won’t let youuse meevery time Elliot has, just because you suddenly decided it would be fun to play with me too.”
“If you can do it with him, why can’t you do it with me?” His mouth curves smugly.
“Because he never broke my fucking heart,” I snap. Fuck, I hate that I still let him get that kind of reaction out of me. “He didn’t pretend to be in love, didn’t promise me forever and then throw me away. You’re not getting anything from me. Not ever again.”
His smile drops, his gaze narrowing.
“You’d rather belong to him, huh?”
“I’d rather you both leave me the fuck alone, but here we are.”
His hand leaves my head so he can hook two fingers under my collar. Pulling me up, I’m forced to kneel and extend toward him.
“Has he walked you on a leash yet?”
My heart drops to my stomach. Something twists inside me, a band tightening around my gut. My eyes widen when I realize I’m getting wet again.
No. Don’t let him fuck with your mind.
I shake my head slowly, unsure of what else to do.
