Dark Lover ♡-- Bradley Bradshaw 'Rooster' x Dark Romance

Clear The House

--- Chase's Point of View ---

The guilty look on his face was instantly readable as I looked up at him incredulously, why on earth would he have a guilty face?

"What is it?" My voice was shaking, hell my whole body was shaking, it was like I couldn't stop myself from shivering, it was such an unsettling feeling, I was torn between wanting to get rid of the smell of him or hold it closer, I took a number of deep breaths and I felt my heart start to settle, and for a moment I put my hand on my lower stomach as if protecting my baby from my own emotions.

Rooster looked down and to the side, he had no poker face at all, seriously, I made a mental note to never go to Vegas with him.

I reached out and grabbed his arm, feeling the strong muscle under my arms - he didn't turn towards me, I reached out grabbing his chin a little bit roughly and making him look at me, he resisted for a second then looked at me.

"Rooster, what is it? What are you not telling me? Please, we agreed that we wouldn't keep anything from one another." It was true, right after Hangman's death we were having dinner, he had made me eat, and with everything that had happened with my job – we swore that from here on out we would keep noting from one another.

Finally, his brown eyes met mine, again I could see the guilt and worry in them, I hated seeing him like that.

"I smelled that near my car."

"Really..."

"Yeah really...it was a strong smell."

I pulled away from him and ran a hand though my hair in slight frustration tugging it and pulling it back stretching my neck slightly.

"That rules out it being a hallucination of sorts...unless we are having a shared one, which is doubtful." I muttered, I knew deep down that that wasn't the case, but I was hoping that I was possibly losing my mind, as strange as that sounds.

"Do you think someone is intentionally fucking with us?"

His guilty expression shifted and changed to one of worry and confusion. Again, I could tell not only by his expression but by his mannerisms that he was keeping something from me.

Our eyes met again and I narrowed mine at him. After swallowing hard and sighing he finally spoke up.

"The window upstairs had been opened, so I wonder if someone is fucking with us."

I felt myself start to shiver, no one should know that we are here, I had our steps practically erased since we left Fightertown, we are all but ghosts, at least we should be at this point.

"Rooster..."

"Yeah..." He looked at me, I realized that he wasn't in the military mindset, and he seemed to be forgetting his training at this moment.

"You didn't clear the whole house." I paced my voice looking right at him, he looked back at me for a moment, then eyes widened.

"Your right, fuck."

I got up and walked over to the kitchen, getting the baretta's that I had mounted below the sink the moment we got here. I handed him one.

"You get the basement, I'll get upstairs." Rooster added, I smiled, Hangman had always been so careful and protective of me, now spending time alone with Rooster I realized that he respected that I was also military trained and could handle myself.

We both grabbed a flashlight, holding it with one hand and our guns in the other.

We both took a stance and separated from one another, I wasn't dressed well for the cold but the adrenaline going through my body was enough to warm me up considerably as I made my way downstairs.