S-Duality: A Marauders Novella (12 page)

“
Murdered
and dumped,” she yelled. “I can't fucking believe it!”

He tried to talk to her for a while, but she was just bawling, and when she told him she had someone with her, they hung up after he'd promised to come by later that night.

Trudy was watching him with wide eyes as he turned around with a big sigh.

“Murdered? I didn't get that right, did I?” she asked.

“You did,” he mumbled. He didn't know what else to do or say.

“But... She... What...” Trudy started on three different sentences, before she eventually walked up to him and put her arms around him. “I don't know what to say.”

“Me neither,” he mumbled into her hair.

Trudy had probably been closer to Letty than he was. In general, she had a tendency to get to know his friends better than he did. It was just what she was like; she either knew a person or didn't. There was no in between with her, and that was one of the things he liked. He never had to worry about her being bored at a party just because he didn't have time to stand next to her. She got by on her own.

“You don't think...” she started before hugging him closer.

“Think what, baby?”

“Green River Killer.”

“She wasn't a prostitute.”

“I know, but he doesn't just kill prostitutes.”

“I don't know, honey. I don't think so. He doesn't dump them... leave them in populated areas like that.” He didn't want to think about Letty as 'dumped.' That's when it started to get to him what had really happened, and it seemed to be the same for Trudy, because she started to cry. “Oh, baby.”

The following weeks went by in a haze. He found out Letty'd been raped, and that was a mind-fuck, especially for Trudy. When the cops started to question them, he realized they were all suspects, so in the middle of the media frenzy about '
The Murder in the Seattle Scene,' he had to deal with the fact that he might know the killer. He didn't want to think he did. He really wanted to think it was someone from the outside who'd done it, but in the weird fucking state of mind everyone in Seattle was in this only made it worse.

A lot of the bigger bands were home from touring, and they decided to do a show for Letty and to collect money for a few local women's shelters.
Basically a show to raise awareness about violence against women. It seemed like the right thing to do, and something Letty would've liked, since she was very active in the riot grrrl movement. He and Trudy got involved with the show in any way they could. Trudy auctioned a painting and did the artwork for the show, and he did what he'd always done when it came to concerts.

On the night in question, he was backstage with a few of the bands, just hanging out. His job was pretty much
done, since they were all there and more or less ready to go up on a stage where everything worked. It kind of felt like the old days. All the Seattle bands waiting back stage to go up and gig for a crowd that was mostly their friends.

That's when all hell broke lo
ose.

Some of the singers had brought their girlfriends, and Haven's singer's girlfriend, a bimbo model, was nagging about it being too dark backstage. They all thought the same thing, that her pupils were so fucking pinned they could bring in the sun, and she still wouldn't be able to see shit, but they all shut up. Except one girl, who eventually got fed up with the nagging and told her to chill. Which resulted in a fist in her face, and then they were at it with fists flying left and right.

He noticed Trudy in the doorway and went to her.

“I can't fucking believe it,” she said when he came up to her. “We're supposed to raise awareness about violence against women, and that bitch just throws a punch at anyone.”

“She always does,” he mumbled and pulled Trudy out of the room. “Just leave it. I can't fucking deal with this shit right now.”

It was definitely
all fucking falling apart, and he was glad he'd gotten out in time. The sad part was that most of the time it wasn't the actual bands he had a problem with, it was the people they surrounded themselves with that got to him. Often not even their gold digger girlfriends, but the label people that hung around them the entire fucking time. Those were the real leeches just doing their best to suck as much money out of the bands before they folded under the pressure.

He knew Riot Act
were doing okay, because despite being as big as they were, they'd kept their own people around them. For the release of the new album, they'd refused to even do a video for their singles, and they'd said no to doing extensive press, too. They kept it private.

Haven had done the opposite with their latest album, and it seemed to be taking its toll on the singer.

Sisco had feeling about it all crumbling down around them. Or sinking. Like the Titanic, but instead of strings, there were fuzzy guitars playing.

CHAPTER NINE:

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o0o-

Present day, Greenville, Arizona

If Sisco'd been a betting man, he would've bet a lot of money on Dawg never being able to keep it in his pants for a woman. He would've lost, though, because since Dawg and Edie'd hooked up, the man kept it in his pants.

The other thing he would've lost money on was what kind of woman Dawg would be prepared to mark as his. He could see a guy like Dawg with a stripper, or basically anyone who didn't leave the home without a massive amount of makeup on her face, but Edie wasn't like that at all. Edie was the kind of woman who quite often looked like she'd fallen out of bed and into her clothes, and he wasn't fully convinced she knew what a hairbrush was. She'd had her hair in dreads the first time he saw her, and once she'd cut them off he had a hunch about why she'd gotten them in the first place—she obviously didn't spend a lot of time fixing her hair.

Sisco had to admit she didn't really need it. She was pretty even with her t-shirt inside out and the shoelaces flapping around the work boots she usually wore. She was basically the direct opposite of her sister, Melanie, Brick's Old Lady, who always looked like she'd just stepped out of a fashion magazine shoot.

Edie reminded him a lot of Trudy in the way she just
was
. She didn't try to doll up or be perfect the entire time, so he could sort of see why Dawg thought she was da shit, because that’s what he thought. She drove him crazy at times. He could go on and on about how fucking fed up he was with her behavior, especially when she ran off mid-fight, but he was still madly in love with her.

When Dawg had announced they were having their first kid, Sisco could tell Edie was a bit nervous about it, and he'd talked to her. She'd told him about her dad and what he'd been like
. It hadn't been physical abuse but psychological, and she'd never felt like it was enough reason to hate a person because there was never any visual proof of what he'd done. Basically, that it didn't seem like
real
abuse. He could sort of see what she meant, but having had a father who beat him up on a regular basis, he knew it wasn't actually the beating that was the most traumatic or nerve-wracking part. It was those minutes or hours when you knew he was working himself up to it. When the hit actually landed it was sometimes a fucking relief because you knew it would be over soon. Sometimes he'd provoked his dad to tip him over the edge, just so he didn't have to wait for it. Living in that constant state of anxiety, the way Edie'd done, had to have been hell.

When she'd told him she wasn't sure if she could be a mom, since she'd never had any role models to learn from, he'd told her she'd be fine and pointed out that Mel came from the same family, and she was basically supermom.

He'd thought about that a lot. How Mel and Edie, despite coming from that shit background, had turned into great moms. He was sure Trudy would've been a great mom, too—if she'd just gotten the chance.

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o0o-

Seattle, Washington

“Hey, babe,” he mumbled as he slipped under the cover.

“Hey,” Trudy whispered with a smile and pulled him closer to her. “Missed you today.”

“Yeah, why's that?”

“I'm ovulating.”

“Is that the only reason?” he laughed. “Am I just a big ball sack of sperm to you?”

“No, but I thought this was a good time to try again.”

After Letty's death, they'd put the baby-making on hold for a while. Trudy'd really taken her death hard—they all had. One would think they were used to people dying around them, but it had been different with Letty. Not just to Trudy and him, but to everyone. The brutality, the rape, just the simple fact that it was a murder, but also that they still didn't know who'd done it. People still felt suspicious of one another. They all hoped the killer would be caught soon, and that it was someone they didn't know at all.

It was eventually Laurie and Casey that changed her mind. They'd announced that they were pregnant, and that was when Trudy had brought it up again, saying she wanted to try. She'd gone off the pill that very night, but it hadn't resulted in anything yet. They were both pretty calm about it, though. She'd been on the pill for years, and they'd been told it could take some time for her body to go back to normal.

He rolled her over onto her back and lay on top of her, holding on to her hip.

“Gotta say, girl, I kind of like this trying for a baby.”

“Like we didn't have sex before,” she laughed.

“True.” He leaned down and kissed her. “Really glad you're such a horny woman.”

She wrapped her legs around him, and he grabbed on to the back of her thigh, pushing his dick against her. Trudy let go of his mouth and tilted her head back with a moan. He kept moving down her body while pulling up her t-shirt to get to those cocky nipples he loved, but was interrupted when she pushed on his shoulders to get him away from her.

“I wanna blow you,” she groaned.

There was no fucking way he'd object to that.

“Okay,” he said and rolled over to his back, taking her with him to lie on top of him instead. “Give me a kiss first.”

With a smile, she got up on her knees and leaned down to give him a long, deep, wet kiss—ending it by sucking on his lower lip. Then she sat up straight and pulled off her t-shirt, an old Riot Act one that belonged to him, over her head. His hands went up to her tits, circling her nipples with his thumbs. She looked down on him with a smile.

“I love you, Sisco.”

He moved his hands even further up to hold her face and sat up to give her a kiss.

“Love you, too, baby.” They sat there for a while, before he lay back again with a smile. “Get those sweet lips around my dick.”

“Such a sweet-talker,” she laughed and moved down to sit between his legs. He'd already taken off all his clothes. He always slept naked, but she only did so if they went to bed together. He didn't really know why, it was just how it had always been. She circled his dick with her hand and looked at him with a crooked smile. “I really like your cock.”

“That's good, becauaaahh...”
He was interrupted by her taking his dick into her mouth. “Fuck, babe!” he groaned.

She kept going, taking him all the way inside her mouth and down her throat while gently squeezing his balls, then pulling back to swirl her tongue around his glans, ending with a final suck just around the tip. She did it over and over again.

“Trudy, babe,” he eventually squeezed out. “If you want my cum inside of you, you need to stop.”

She let go of him, climbed up to straddle him, and then basically impaled herself on him with a satisfied moan. He held on to her hips, meeting each movement with a thrust. He was trying his best not to hold on to
her too hard but it wasn't easy because he was already close, and she was speeding up. Finally he sat up and held her closer to stop her from riding him too fast.

It didn't help as much as he'd hoped,
since she buried her tongue in his mouth, groaning and moaning into him, driving him mad. So he lifted her off his cock and turned her around onto all fours. That was the best way to get her to come fast, and after shoving his dick inside her, he reached around to tease her clit.

“Come on, babe,” he mumbled before biting her earlobe. “Come for me.”

“Oh shit, Sisco. Fuck I love it when you do this to me.”

“I know,” he chuckled while doing his best to ignore her soaking wet insides trying to milk him dry.

“I wanna see you come, too,” she said and tried to get away from him. “Please.”

“You first,” he said and held on to her tighter, still rubbing her clit. “I'll hold off. Now,” he added a with a slap on her clit, “come!”

She did. With a high pitched yell she came, and Sisco had to close his eyes and focus to not come, too, and to his own astonishment he made it.