Trusting Francis

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

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Francis ran a hand through his hair as he sat down on the bed. He'd been looking everywhere for Matthew and he couldn't find him anywhere.

Where on God's green earth is he?

The only thing he could think of was Alfred's house so he texted the Canadian's brother and got an immediate reply.

I called Mattie earlier and he said he was at Gilbert's. Didn't he tell you where he was going?

The Frenchman clenched his fist and grit his teeth. Gilbert. Why him? Gilbert had always tried to get Matthew for himself and he still was trying. But he was taking a distant approach this time. And now Gilbert had Matthew in his house, alone and vulnerable. He could do anything he pleased with the Canadian.

"Baise*!" Francis slammed his fist against the wall and put on his coat again.

Thanks Alfred. I'll talk to you later.

He replied as grabbed his keys and took the stairwell down to the underground parking. Francis got into his car and quickly turned it on, racing out of the lot and onto the road. It was about 11 PM but the time didn't matter as he got closer and closer to the German's house.

He was still twenty minutes away but he picked up his phone and called his boyfriend.

Matthew...

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The Canadian awoke to the sound of his phone buzzing on Gilbert's coffee table. He reached for it and saw Francis' name on the screen so he pressed ignore. But it rang again about ten seconds later. He was going to ignore it again but Gilbert had gotten up and grabbed the phone, answering it.

"What's up, wine bastard?" He snapped, putting the phone on speaker.

"Where's Matthieu? Let me talk to him!" Francis shouted.

Matthew sat up and watched Gilbert slowly walk around the room with his phone in hand.

"No. You don't deserve that privilege." The German shrugged.

"God damn it, Gilbert!" Francis sighed. "Have you done anything to him?"

"That's for us to know and for you never to find out." He taunted.

Matthew glared at his friend, warning him that he was crossing a line. Gilbert nodded and waved it off dismissively.

"Don't you dare say that to me! What the fuck did you do?" The Frenchman begged desperately. "What did you... What did you do to Cana?" His voice cracked and he struggled to keep down a sob. "Don't touch him... please."