Ending Silence

Chapter 44

Morgan's POV

"Let me help" I groan, trailing behind Sage as he carried a cardboard box inside.

Inside our house.

Our fucking house!

We have a house!

I kind of want to scream. I did that the first time we were here. Sage said I'm not allowed scream anymore.

"I can carry stuff. I'm strong" I tell him, and he hums. "I know. You opened your own pickle jar for the first time last week" He says, and I stare at the back of his head confused.

"I can't tell if your being sincere or trying to tease me" I mumble, and he turns his head, shooting me a smile over his shoulder before he begins going up the stairs.

I follow him up the stairs, then down the end of the hall till we reach the second set of stairs leading up to the attic, aka. Our bedroom.

Our bedroom. I share a bedroom with this guy.

Once in our room, he walks over to our walk-in closet and places the box down. "Are you going to follow me the whole time?" He asks, turning around and pulling me into his chest, smiling.

"Depends. Are you going to let me help? I ask, and he chuckles, shaking his head as he leans down. His lips press against mine, and I sigh, relaxing into him as his hand cups the side of my face and he deepens the kiss.

"I love you" He whispers, and I grin. "I sure hope so. Because we sorta share a house now" I tell him, and he laughs, kissing my forehead before walking past me towards the stairs.

I follow him down, and out to his car. He grabs another box, while I look out at the lake right outside our house. I grin, unable to believe this is my house.

I then spot something in the lake, and I gasp, forgetting all about the boxes. I run over to the lake, and down to the end of the long dock we have.

I smile, getting down onto my knees, then my stomach, and holding my hand out into the water, watching as the little brown duck swims closer.

It then quacks loudly, and I jump, quickly removing my hand. Are ducks vicious? Do they bite? I don't want a duck bite.

I stare at it as it swims around nearby. It looks like a Gerald. Like..it really fucking looks like a Gerald. If a duck was going to be called Gerald, it would look like that duck right there.

I hear footsteps, that stop right behind me. Hands wrap around my waist, and I squeal as I'm suddenly lifted off my stomach and onto my feet.

Laughing, I lean back into Sage's chest as he rests his head on my shoulder. "Look! We have a pet duck now" I smile,  and Sage hums.

"What did you name it?" He asks. I grin. He knows me so well.

"Gerald," I tell him, and he chuckles. "Do you think we're ready to be duck parents?" I ask him, frowning. "I guess we'll find out" Sage whispers, kissing my neck.

I smile, closing my eyes as Sage continues to leave kisses all along my neck.

It's getting pretty chilly as the sun begins to set, and I'm starting to regret wearing my blue denim shorts today.

"I'm cold," I tell him, and he chuckles, pulling away from my neck. He grabs my hand, leading me back to the house.

He grabbed my right hand.

My right hand that no longer has an annoying cast on it. Thats right. I got that fucker off five months ago.

My hand is practically as good as new. Apart from the fact I'm missing a pinky.

It looked pretty weird at first and took some time to get used to. And then when my mam saw, she nearly fainted.

I tried convicting her I was born with only one pinky, but she didn't buy it for some reason. I told her I accidentally cut it off with a knife when cutting a hard carrot, and she then made Sage swear to always supervise me when I'm in the kitchen.

We make it back inside the house, and Sage closes the door behind us. Tonight is our first night in our house, and I'm very, very excited.

I really think I might scream. Just to get some of the energy out.

My phone suddenly rings, and I take it out, seeing Diego calling me.

"I'm gonna go shower," Sage tells me, and I nod. He grabs my jaw, tilting up my head just as he leans down to kiss me.

His grip on my jaw tightens, and I groan as he kisses me hungrily. He then pulls away much too soon for my liking. "Come join me" Sage whispers against my lips, and I nod, in a bit of a daze.

He grins, pecking my lips before letting go of my jaw and leaving up the stairs.

I watch him go, until he disappears down the hall, and only then do I register the fact my phone is still ringing.

I answer quickly, putting it on speaker.

"Took your damn time" Diego mutters, and I smile hearing his voice. "I miss you two" I say, and he chuckles. "Morgan it's been four days".

Four days since we left the training facility for good. We passed the final test, and I officially have become a mafia soldier lady. I don't know what they're called okay?

I've been assigned as fieldwork because apparently I'm best at fighting. I also think surviving and escaping when I got kidnapped earned me extra points.

I've been put under the control of some guy called Larson. He basically assigns me work and tells me what to do. He's very annoying. And his ego is bigger than the Eiffel tower.

Sage doesn't like it one bit. He doesn't like that I'm under the control of someone who doesn't give a shit about my life. I don't really care to be honest. Sage gets mad when I said I don't care.

"How's Larson?" Diego teases, and I roll my eyes. "How's Adams?" I fire back.

Diego and Marlow also got fieldwork and were lucky enough to get put in the same group. Adams hates Diego already. But seems to love Marlow. Diego is not happy. At all.

"Shut up" He scowls, and I laugh. "Have you been assigned work yet?" Diego asks, and I hum. "Have a job tomorrow. I have to break into some safe house" I tell him. "Well don't die on us okay? And keep your pinky safe" Diego says, and I roll my eyes.

"Fuck off" I mutter, and he laughs. "Hey, how's the house?". I grin. "Great! And we have a duck called Gerald," I tell him, and he chuckles. "Of course you do," He says.

"Fuck- I have to go Morgan. Text me tomorrow so I know you're alive!" He yells, before hanging up. I smile tossing my phone on the couch.

I kick off my shoes, placing them neatly beside the door before going into the kitchen. I grab a pop-tart from the box I brought, before placing it in the toaster.

We don't have much food at the moment, but I made sure to bring pop-tarts, so we'll live.

My phone rings again, and I groan, walking over. I groan again when I see Larson calling me. I don't think he likes me very much.

Arms suddenly wrap around my waist, and a kiss is placed on my neck. "I told you to join me" Sage whispers, and I blush. "I um...I forgot" I mumble.

"You forgot, huh?" Sage kisses down my neck, and I nod slowly. "I need to answer my phone...Larson is calling" I tell him while leaning my head back to give him better access to my neck.

"Fuck Larson" Sage whispers, just as the ringing on my phone stops.

I know I should probably call him back, but when Sage suddenly pulls my shirt over my head, I couldn't care less about Larson.

"What are you doing?" I mumble, while his arms come around and begin undoing the button on my shorts. "I need to find where in this house is the best place to fuck you" Sage whispers and my lips part while my shorts suddenly fall to my ankles.

"It'll take awhile" He whispers, his hands tracing around the material of my underwear. "Best get started shouldn't we?" He asks, and I blush, nodding slowly.