THE SWEETEST SIN(BxB)

43: The Black Mail.

A/N: This chapter is a continuation from chapter 42. Also, it's day time when the events of this chapter are unfolding.

GAVIN

I drove into the cemetery compound and parked my red convertible under a weeping willow. My feet made contact with the over grown blades of grass as soon as I stepped out of the car. Dry leaves crunched beneath the sole of my converses as I navigated the place. It was so quiet...the creepy kind of quiet. This is not the kind of place I would want to hang out so why in the fucking universe did Natasha ask to meet me here? Speaking of Natasha, where is she? She was supposed to be here five minutes ago.

I'm here, where are you? I shot her a quick text.

Got held up with something. Be there in a few. She replied.

Fucking great. Now what am I supposed to do in the mean time?

"Excuse me, young man." A shaky voice said behind me, followed by a light pat on my back. I turned to face the intruder and was met by an old lady. She was holding a bouquet of roses in her left hand and a purse in the other. "Are you the new groundskeeper?" She inquired. Her grey eyes which were shielded with a pair of black rimmed spectacles gazed at me curiously.

"No. I'm not the groundskeeper." Can't believe she would mistake me for a groundskeeper. Am I that underdressed? Or is it my disheveled hair?

"Okay. Have you seen him? He always shows me around when I visit." She enquired.

"No. I haven't seen him."

"Could you show me around? I need to place these on my Gerry's grave." She was talking about the bouquet.

"Of course." I had every right to refuse her but I couldn't because she is old and could probably get lost in this creepy ass cemetery.

She handed me her oversized hand bag and hooked her frail hand around my arm. She was slow as a snail so I had to deescalate my strides. She was talkative too. Ended up telling me more than I needed to know about Gerry, her deceased husband. He served in the army and died in Iraq 20 years ago. By the time we got to Gerry's grave, I had gathered so much about him.

"I miss him every day. Life has not been easy without him." She expressed trailing her scrawny fingers on his tombstone. She planted a kiss on the bouquet and placed it on his cemented grave. "Roses were his favorite." She reminisced, a smile crawling to her wrinkled face.

I couldn't begin to imagine the pain she went through after losing him. Gerry was her whole world. Waking up every day and not being able to talk to him or see him or touch him. Not being able to watch him sleep next to her. The emptiness that his absence left in her life. It was the worst kind of hell imaginable.

"Do you have a special someone?" She inquired after paying her respects to her late husband.

"Yeah." I retorted, my mind travelling to a certain blue eyed boy. One who I couldn't imagine a life without.

"Tell me about her." She requested, taking out a cigar from her purse. We were perched on a metallic bench, a few meters from her husband's grave. She offered me a cigar but I declined.

"It's actually a him." I clarified.

"Oh. I'm sorry for assuming it was a she." She stated, lighting her cigar.

"It's fine." I checked my phone for any new messages from Natasha. She was taking an awfully long time to get here.

"Tell me about him if you don't mind." She took a whiff of the cigar and released the smoke through the seam of her thin creased lips.