Smoke and Mirrors Part 6

"Oh, and do let Sonya know she still owes me for Budapest."

What the ever-loving f.u.c.k?

The line went dead, and Dex stared at his phone. His heart was beating a mile a minute. Dex quickly scrolled through his contacts until he found Sparks. She answered on the first ring.

"I'll call you back."

She hung up on him, and he scowled at his phone. Before he could redial, a call came through his phone, the caller unknown.

"h.e.l.lo?"

"That number is not secure. What is it?" Sparks asked in her no-nonsense tone.

"How do you know Wolf?" The line was so quiet that for a second Dex thought she'd hung up on him.

"He said something to you?"

"Yeah, we just had a very pleasant conversation. He was in my house again. How the f.u.c.k did your operatives not see him?" Dex jumped from the bed, the fact Sloane didn't stir only fueling his anger. Realizing he was naked, he quickly found his T-shirt and pajama bottoms and dressed as he spoke. "Who the f.u.c.k is this guy, and how do you know him!"

"Dex, calm down."

"Calm down? Sloane was drugged. The guy was in our bedroom while we slept. Again."

"You're no longer in danger as far as Wolf is concerned. If he wanted you dead, you'd be dead."

"Thanks, that makes me feel better. Your protection is for s.h.i.t."

"I'll deal with my operatives. What did Wolf say to you?"

Dex ran a hand through his hair as he paced. "He said to let you know you still owe him for Budapest. What does that mean?"

"It means Wolf, or Fang, as I knew him-though that's simply another alias-was once a TIN operative."

Dex's mouth hung open. "Wolf was TIN?"

"Years ago, he was one of our best operatives."

"And what? He decided Therian Intelligence wasn't enough of a challenge?"

"Back in 2005, I was part of a covert team sent to Budapest. Somehow information was leaked, and the operation went terribly wrong. Wolf was almost killed. His partner wasn't so lucky. Wolf believes someone at TIN betrayed him, leading to Tucker's death. Tucker and Wolf were close."

"So his friend dies, and Wolf goes to the dark side?"

"Wolf doesn't make friends. He's all about the job. He is the job. Tucker left behind two small children, his wife having pa.s.sed away a few years prior."

"What happened to the kids?"

"They live with their uncle. He's a good guy. A white tiger Therian like his brother, Tucker. They were close."

Dex could understand how Tucker's death would have hit Wolf, especially the possibility of someone he trusted betraying him, but to allow his grief to turn him into a monster who sold his skills to the highest bidder? Just what kind of operatives did TIN recruit?

"Wolf won't be back. He's probably on his way abroad by now. He never stays in the country long. Too risky."

"And why do you owe him?"

There was another long pause on the line, and Dex supposed he should be grateful he'd gotten this much out of her. Frankly, he was surprised she'd even answered his question. Usually he was met with the same excuse about information being not relevant.

"He saved my life. We were the only ones who made it out of there. I was one of the few he still trusted after that."

s.h.i.t. "Okay, so is he a threat? Will he be back?"

"No. If there's one thing you can count on, it's his word. Whatever you may think of him, he's honorable."

"That's nice. You'll have to excuse me for not fanboying all over him, what with him torturing me and all."

"New operatives are on location securing the area."

"Because the old operatives did so f.u.c.king well," Dex scoffed.

"The old operatives have been incapacitated."

"What? All of them?"

"Like I said. Wolf was one of our best."

With that, the line went dead. Dex stared down at his phone. He wasn't sure how to feel. Part of him wanted to be f.u.c.king livid that TIN couldn't keep tabs on one guy, no matter how good he was. Another part of him feared Wolf might not be as honorable as Sparks believed him to be and he'd return. Maybe he was honorable when he was with TIN, but that could have all changed when he decided to stick needles under people's fingernails.

Dex returned his phone to his nightstand and lay down facing Sloane. His initial thought was not to tell Sloane what happened, but he'd learned his lesson about keeping secrets from the man he loved, and he had no intention of doing it again. It might hurt Sloane, but they'd work through it together.

Dex cuddled up to Sloane, checked his breathing again, and held his hand before closing his eyes, hoping he could get some sleep.

The next morning, Sloane took the news of Wolf breaking in again as well as could be expected. He called Sparks up, swore like a drunken sailor, and then beat the s.h.i.t out of the trash can after taking it outside. He bent it back into shape-a somewhat Tetris-piece-looking shape-then stomped up the front steps, stopping on the top stoop where Dex stood in his stormtrooper bathrobe and Monty Python killer rabbit slippers, sipping his coffee. He kissed Dex's cheek, the whole thing feeling so wonderfully domestic.

Domesticity wasn't for everyone, and there were those who sneered at it, but for them it was precious. While Dex loved being part of a family, having always been surrounded by people he loved who loved him in return, Sloane had never had that. He'd tragically lost his parents at a young age and had yearned for a family since. It hadn't taken Sloane nearly as long to settle in to their home life together as Dex thought it would. Instead of fighting it, Sloane embraced it. When people looked at Sloane, especially on the job, few believed he was the type of guy to look forward to coming home to dinner with his boyfriend and a cozy night in. Or that he enjoyed going to the grocery store, wasn't put off by ch.o.r.es around the house, or changing the oil in Dex's car because Dex was feeling too lazy to do it. Ash teased Sloane, but Sloane just smiled and shrugged it off. He was enjoying himself too much to care what anyone thought. It was what he'd always wanted. Dex could see it in his face. With a smile, Sloane wrapped an arm around Dex's waist.

"We need a new trash can."

"I noticed," Dex replied, amused. He waved at the tiny old lady scowling at them as she walked by with her tiny dog. "Hi, Mrs. Bauman."

Mrs. Bauman huffed, grumbling under her breath, and she and her dog shuffled down the sidewalk. Dex watched her go.

"You know, I think she may secretly be a ninja."

Sloane chuckled. "What makes you think that?"

"The way she appears out of nowhere. I don't even know where she lives."

"How do you know her name?"

"I was taking out the trash one day when I saw her thrashing the newspaper boy with her fuzzy slipper. The kid was a Therian. Like twice her size, so her slipper was like a fly buzzing at him. He was very patient, and I could see he was trying his hardest not to laugh. The kid said her name while he was apologizing."

"Do you know what he did?"

"The paper would hit her door every time he threw it and scare her dog."

Sloane hummed. "It makes sense. I imagine that's what tiny dogs must have looked like during the Jura.s.sic period."

Dex turned his head up and blinked at Sloane. His deadpan expression did it, and Dex burst into laughter. Sloane cracked a smile before turning and heading back into the house with Dex on his heels. A year ago, Sloane would have never joked like that. h.e.l.l, the guy had barely smiled. Everyone said it was Dex's influence, and maybe some of it was, but Sloane was far more playful and lighthearted than people realized. It had just been buried under all that pain and anguish. On the job it was different, so people saw the no-nonsense Team Leader. Dex realized then how lucky he was. Very few got to see the dorky side of his partner. The guy who played Mystery Science Theater 3000 with Dex, muting cheesy movies so they could narrate and do their own voices.

Lou had laughed at Dex's antics, but he never understood a lot of Dex's humor or his endless cheerfulness. He didn't get how Dex could come home after a day filled with blood and death, pop on one of his favorite comedies, and laugh his a.s.s off. Crying with laughter was better than the alternative. With Sloane, Dex never had to explain why he was the way he was. Sloane not only understood, he was the same. He'd just never had anyone to tell him it was okay to smile. They were both too familiar with how short life could be, and there was no sense in not enjoying the journey while they could.

Sparks gave Sloane two days off. It was the least she could do for the whole Wolf debacle. Despite her a.s.surances that Wolf was no longer in the country, that didn't mean someone else wouldn't be sent in his place. Dex and Sloane went about their day but made sure not to let their guards down. After coffee, Dex spoke to his little brother, insisting he was fine. Talk of Dex and Sloane having s.e.xy times had quickly turned Cael's fretful ramblings to gagging noises and sounds of disgust before he told Dex he was a jerkface. In true Cael fashion, it was quickly followed by an apology and insistence that Dex was not, in fact, a jerkface. Dex promised to call Cael if he needed anything and asked him to annoy Ash on his behalf, or at least make an attempt.

Less than an hour after their phone conversation, Cael was on Dex's doorstep. Dex had opened the door, barely getting a word out before Cael launched himself at him.

"Woah, hey." Dex let out a soft laugh as he wrapped his arms around Cael. "It's okay, Chirpy."

"Don't call me that," Cael replied, his words m.u.f.fled against Dex's shirt. He squeezed Dex gently, and held on to him.

Dex couldn't remember the last time Cael had clung to him like this. He closed his eyes and let his head rest against Cael's. He didn't pull away or comment. It was clear Cael had been shaken up by what happened. Once he pulled back, he wiped at his eyes with his sleeve, and gave a sniff, a deep frown on his face. He refused to look Dex in the eye. Who knew what was going on in that overactive brain of his.

Dex put his hands on Cael's shoulders, demanding softly, "Hey, look at me."

With some reluctance, Cael did. His big gray eyes were gla.s.sy.

"I'm sorry I scared you."

Cael nodded.

"How about a drink?" Dex motioned behind him, and Cael followed. They headed into the kitchen where Sloane was washing the dishes. He smiled at Cael.

"Hey."

Cael gave him a wobbly smile before taking a seat on one of the chairs behind the counter.

"So what'll it be?" Dex asked, subtly squeezing Sloane's side. Cael was quiet. Like Dex, Cael was never quiet. Not unless he was engrossed in a video game or movie. "Tea? Hot chocolate?"

Cael sat up straight, seeming to shake himself out of it. "Hot chocolate. With marshmallows. Lots of marshmallows. Like, half the cup should be marshmallows."

Dex chuckled, relieved Cael was acting like himself again. He got to work fixing up Cael's hot chocolate while Sloane made a latte for himself and Dex. Sloane knew him so well. Dex didn't even have to ask.

When Dex placed Cael's hot chocolate in front of him, the tiny marshmallows forming a peak, and close to causing a tiny marshmallow avalanche, Cael frowned at it.

"I can't stick any more on there, buddy. Gravity's got to do its thing." Dex studied his brother. "Cael?"

"I don't know what to do with it."

Dex c.o.c.ked his head to one side, smiling. "You eat the top part and drink the rest, silly."

"No, you jacka.s.s!"

Cael's outburst surprised the h.e.l.l out of Dex and Sloane. The two of them stood speechless. Dex could see Cael was barely keeping it together. Usually he was easy to read, but right now he had no idea what was going on. Cael's face was flushed, his eyes gla.s.sy, and he looked about ready to blow his top.

"Cael, talk to me. Don't know what to do with what?" Very gingerly, Dex made his way around the counter, stopping next to Cael.

"With you almost dying," Cael replied through his teeth. "With you being tortured." His hands balled into fists on the countertop, his hard gaze on the peak of marshmallows. "I know you've been in tough spots before, but even then, I knew you'd be okay, because you always found a way to be okay, to get yourself out of trouble. This time...." He shook his head, his lips pressed into a thin line. When he turned to look at Dex, the fear in his eyes broke Dex's heart. "I really thought this was it. I thought I'd lost my big brother for good." Tears pooled in his eyes and Dex didn't hesitate. He threw his arms around Cael and hugged him close, offering what comfort he could as Cael shed quiet tears.

Sloane gave him a small smile before heading upstairs, leaving them alone to share this moment. Dex closed his eyes, trying hard not to let his emotions sweep him away. It was hard. Cael's words reminded him of how close he had come to losing his life. What if he hadn't freed himself? Okay, enough of that. With a sniff, Dex pulled back. He met his brother's gaze.

"You didn't lose me, okay? I'm here. Whatever's going on, we'll get to the bottom of it, and I swear that I will do everything in my power to be here with you, with Dad, and Sloane, for as long as I can. I love you, Chirpy."

"I love you too, Dex." Cael wiped his eyes before he narrowed them. "Tell me you kicked his a.s.s."

Dex grinned wickedly. "I knocked him out with a metal chair."

"Good," Cael said with a soft laugh. "a.s.shole. Hope someone sticks needles under his fingernails."

Dex instinctively dropped his gaze to his fingers. "Dad?"

Cael let out a heavy sigh. "I don't know how we're supposed to keep him out of this, Dex. Sparks should know better. She's been his partner at the THIRDS since he joined. Once he gets something in his head, he's as stubborn as you. You should have seen how p.i.s.sed off he was."

Dex's head shot up. "He went over to yours?"

"To Ash's. I've been crashing there. Dad came over this morning, and just... he was so mad. He looked rough. He obviously hadn't slept much, if at all." Cael worried his bottom lip with his teeth. "He's not going to stay on the sidelines for long, Dex."

"I know." Dex eyed his brother. "Did you tell him anything?"

Cael glowered at him. "No. I told him it had to come from you. It's not like he expected me to. I think he just needed me to know that he was there, in his own way, and that he was looking out for us." Cael plucked one of the marshmallows from the heap and popped it into his mouth. Dex couldn't help but smile. He was so very lucky. He'd never forget that.

The two of them made small talk while Cael ate his weight in marshmallows, and when he was done, after Dex had a.s.sured him for the hundredth time that he was okay, they hugged, and Cael left. Upstairs, Dex found Sloane on the bed propped up against a number of pillows as he read from his tablet. He looked up at Dex, his eyes filled with concern.

"Everything okay?"

Dex nodded. "Just hit him a little harder than expected." Feeling the need for his partner's warm strength, Dex climbed up on the bed and lay down beside Sloane, snuggling close. Sloane didn't pry any deeper. He simply stroked Dex's hair as he read, which was exactly what Dex needed at the moment. He closed his eyes, a weary sigh escaping him. He hadn't realized how tired he was until now. Within seconds, he'd dozed off.

"I CAN'T believe Sparks is making me stay home for a week. I'm fine."

Sloane patted Dex's b.u.t.t as he walked by on the way to the kitchen to finish washing up the breakfast dishes. "I know, sweetheart."

Sloane was humoring him. He'd been fussing over Dex since the morning after the incident, but Dex didn't mind. If Sloane wanted to take care of him, Dex was going to soak it in and roll around in it like a cat with catnip. But tomorrow Sloane would have to return to work, and Dex would be left at home. Alone. With his thoughts.

As expected, two days went by in the blink of an eye, even with Dex resting despite his protests that he was fine. Sloane was having none of it. He'd cook for Dex, they'd shower, fool around, watch TV, eat, fool around some more, shower, watch movies, eat, and go to bed, where they had some s.e.xy times. Next thing Dex knew it was time to get up and for Sloane to get ready for work. He rolled onto his side to face his sleepy, grumpy boyfriend.

"I don't want to go," Sloane said with a pout.

Dex smiled and rubbed circles over Sloane's chest. "I know you don't, but the city needs you. Your team needs you."

"They have Ash."