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Gentlemen Fanfic (Eddie x Susie)

PEOPLE IN GLASS HOUSES

Susie Glass’s layers rivaled an onion, but with hardened surfaces like the earth’s own fucking mantle. A polished design of layered wools, tweed, velvets and silks, as though they could literally armor her against a consistent onslaught of fatuity-prone workmates. Eddie spent long moments dealing devilish ideas of unfurling her from these layers. He often soothed himself with the notion that a personal union could be possible without imploding their professional partnership.

He found himself seeking signs like a meteorologist to predict her temperature, (cooly aloof with a sixty percent chance of snark.) When she warmed, and her eyes revealed a playful gleam, it could set him on the edge of reason.

Like he called her forth with desire alone, the outline of her body emanated on the decorative glass frame of his study. Before she was even fully in the room, he smiled, “Hello Susan.”

“Evening Edward,” she returned and sashayed across the room in a perfectly tailored blue plaid suit he’d never seen. She planted herself in a chair across from Eddie.

The low light glinted off the amber bourbon Eddie poured into baccarat tumblers, “did you hear back from Brussels?”

“Our Belgian friends have a different timeline in mind and no sense of urgency. I reckon we’ll hear sometime next week.”

“Do you speak any Flemish?” The most successful way, he found, to get to know Susie Glass, was micro-information obtained in seemingly innocuous questions. That and surviving nazi twat machine-gun fire.

“Very little. Mostly vulgarities, really. I get by with French. You?”

“Not a word,” he rounded his desk, sat on the edge, and handed her the drink, eyeing her on-business demeanor.

She sipped, looking up at him through thick eyelashes and fringe, and his chest tightened slightly.

“Jack is doing well?”

Her countenance visibly lightened with her brother’s name, her azure eyes suddenly balmy, “he is indeed. Fortuitous you mentioning him.”

“How so?”

“I’ve a meeting tomorrow afternoon with an unpleasant but necessary gym owner. Thought you might like to join me.”

“I would like to join you, yes. A gym owner?”

“I’m looking to acquire a few more locations.”

“For Jack?”

“He isn’t ready to train, and I need to keep him busy, keep his mind occupied while he’s recovering. GlassKnuckle is a fine place, but his pride…he needs a bit of a fresh start. He’d be a good coach really,” she paused and smirked. “He’d be a shit awful manager, but I can outsource that to a degree. It’s the only environment I reckon will keep him contented until he can train again.”

Eddie nearly asked if fighting again was even a realistic possibility, but thought better of it. He didn’t want to squash the hopeful glimmer in her eyes or again draw attention to his own culpability in Jack’s condition.

Instead he asked, “who is this unpleasant Gym Owner?”

“Sugar Walsh. He owns three locations, and rumours abound he’s looking to unload them and retire.”

“What time tomorrow?”

“Two o’clock. You available then?”

“I’m not, unfortunately. I’m taking Chuckles and Junior to the doctor.”

“The doctor?” she leaned forward in concern.

“Just a scheduled check-up for the baby, but she asked me -“

“Of course,” she nodded, “you’re a good brother.”

“Mm. Yes, I try. Can we reschedule?”

“Had better not. As I said, he’s unpleasant as it is.”

She stared into her drink, her posture stiffening slightly, her body weighted again with some unknown problem-to-be-solved.

“Susie?”

She glanced up at him.

“Is there something -”

“- nothing I can’t handle,” she blinked softly.

“Of course,” he nodded again. “We should return around four pm tomorrow; would you like to have dinner with me, and we can discuss some overdue security upgrades?”

“Dinner with the Duke of Halstead. What shall I wear?”

“Something blue. Compliments your eyes.”

“Hm. Blue it is.” She swallowed the last of her drink and was gone before he could conjure a chaste enough reason for her to stay.

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tryin2writehere · 3 months ago

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PEOPLE IN GLASS HOUSES

Chapter Three

He could still smell Susie’s perfume from the previous evening, and Edward wondered if the wisps of smoky vanilla custard were really there, or just in his mind.

“You’re not even listening to me,” Charlotte sighed.

“Of course I am,” Edward turned from the window. He hadn’t been listening to her in the slightest.

“What is it?” she questioned, folding her arms in frustration.

“Hm?”

“You’re clearly not paying me any attention, and you’ve never been prone to daydreaming; what is it Edwina?”

“I’m sorry, Chuckles,” he grinned affably. “You have my attention.”

“It’s just got to be Susie Glass.”

“Hm?” He picked up his long-forgotten cup of tea.

“That’s who you were thinking of a moment ago when you were supposed to be listening to me. You get this flummoxed look lately. Have you told her that you fancy her?”

“I don’t.”

“You don’t fancy Susie Glass?”

“I haven’t fancied anyone since the age of seven.”

She raised her right eyebrow, “You’re enamored Edwina, and you know it. You ogle at her like you haven’t eaten in three days, and she’s a braised duck.”

“You’re spending too much time with Freddy. You’re beginning to sound like him,” he teased, and smiled genuinely at his sister, “braised duck?”

“You like braised duck, and you like Susie Glass. It was an inspired comparison.”

“Accurate I suppose.”

“No one could blame you. She is the most stunningly fit éminence grise on two legs.”

Edward stilled, his teacup nearly to his mouth, eyes wide in response.

She huffed her stilted little Charly laugh at his expression, “I have eyes, do I not?”

“Apparently,” he sipped the tepid tea, the sunny bergamot scent still strong.

His pocket vibrated, and he excused himself, opening his phone to a text. A sense of foreboding crept under his skin. He tilted his head, studying the screen, and then tapped the text.

“Everything okay?” Charlotte asked, “You look suddenly quite unwell.”

“She just texted me her location,” he scowled.

“Who?” she responded, peering around him, “Susie Glass? Why?”

“I’m not actually sure,” he said dialing her number and consequently frowned when he reached her voicemail. He looked at his phone and quickly thumb-texted, “Is this a request to retrieve you?”

Answer. Answer. Answer the fucking text Susie.

“She’s not answering.”

“Well give it a moment.”

He shook his head, “Last night, she was distracted. Troubled. Something’s amiss.”

After he hadn’t looked up from his phone for several minutes, Charlotte studied his expression, “you look concerned.”

His eyes still locked upon his phone’s screen, he silently willed Susie to respond so his fucking heart could resume beating, “I’m…becoming a bit concerned.”

Anxiety-weighted silence spread within the room until Charlotte finally blurted, “Go on then, Edward. Go find her. Mother wanted to take the baby and me anyway.”

She jerked her head towards the door, and he planted a quick kiss on her forehead, “thank you Chuckles.”

He heard her calling after him as he raced out the door, “and do be careful!”

He dialed Blanket as he ducked into his car.

“Are you with Susie?” he demanded as soon as Blanket answered.

“No, I’m up in the big smoke visiting my sister.”

“Fuck.”

“Lose track of her?”

“She sent me her location.”

“Well, where she at then?”

“Birmingham, but that’s not the issue; she had a meeting with a gym owner, some former boxer, Sugar Something.”

“Sugar Walsh?”

“Yes, you know him?”

“Heard of him.”

Eddie waited for Blanket to expand and when he didn’t, “and what is it that you’ve heard Blanket?”

“Ah well, heard he likes whizz, fixing fights. Uh. Trafficker. Guns, heard maybe girls sometimes. Supposed to be a cunt.”

“Fuck.”

“You to meet her?”

“No.”

“Why she sending you where she at then?”

“That’s precisely what I’m attempting to determine, Blanket,” Edward explained between clenched teeth.

He steadied himself, “Would she have taken anyone else with her?”

“What? To the meeting? No. No, not since Keith, you know. Just by herself or with me or you know, with you.”

“Fuck.”

“She in trouble?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

“Best call the old man,” Blanket advised, sagely.

“Not yet.”

“Why not?”

“Susie wouldn’t want me to.”

“Yeah. But -“

“Blanket.”

“Yeah. All right,” he sighed. “I’m on my way.”

“That’s not necessary.”

“Be there in two hours.”

“I’ve got it handled.”

“Yeah I heard you, but I’m on my way.”

Edward nodded, “I’ll text you the address.”

“Update me if everything cool, yeah?”

“I’ll do that Blanket; thank you.”

Eddie heard keys jangling, “yeah.”

Of torturous drives, this one topped the list. Eddie's muscles burned with tension, pressing upon the accelerator and squeezing the steering wheel like he was ringing out a wet flannel. The drive through the rain seemingly unending. By the time he pulled into Walsh’s Gym car park, every horrible scenario possible plagued his thoughts.

His hope remained that upon walking into the gym to an anodyne scene, Susie would give him that look, the one where her eyes intimated doubt in his decision-making.

The car park projected eery silence, Susie’s Land Rover the only vehicle. Located in an industrial area in the Digbeth neighborhood, Eddie noted the unusual lack of neighboring businesses and activity.

He plucked his gun from the cubby box before exiting his car, and steeled himself for whatever encounter awaited.

Finding the glass front door unlocked, he surreptitiously entered the gleaming lobby. Left or right? Left or right? Confronted with the two entryways, he chose left and found himself in an elaborately ostentatious office.

He quickly spotted Susie’s large Hermès handbag, the contents spilled across the tatami flooring. Beyond the office, a horrifying path of blood led Eddie through the gym, passing an enormous still-wet rufous stain, followed by another more significant blood trail. One of Susie’s blue velvet stilettos paused his pursuit. His heart surged into his throat, and the overwhelming urge to frantically scream out her name nearly overtook his good sense.

He followed the sanguineous trail like some grisly German fairytale set of breadcrumbs into a dimly lit room full of boxing rings. His eyes pinged around the area and landed upon a large body in an enormous pool of gore.

Not Susie’s body. He resumed breathing, but as he drew closer to the large man’s slumped form, his stomach dropped through the floorboards. Susie’s bloodied face and right hand protruded lifeless from beneath the dead behemoth.

He sprinted to her and dropped to a crouch beside her. With a grunt, he shouldered the giant man off of her. Seeing Susie Glass blood-soaked, stripped of her usual armor, and sprawled upon the floor jarred him into a brief paralysis. She resembled a horror film heroine: blood everywhere, one foot bare, her baby blue silk blouse torn open revealing a lacy cobalt bra, and rivulets of blood nearly covering her bare torso. An open wound above her eyebrow steadily streamed fresh blood into her ear canal.

He slipped his hand under her head and found her hair entirely sopping wet with blood. He pressed his fingers to her neck, instantly finding her pulse. She was alive. A peculiar little laugh of relief sputtered from him.

Urgently, he whispered, “Susie!”

To see her in this vulnerable state of undress (where were her fucking layers?) rattled him nearly as much as her countenance as she returned to consciousness with a sharp frightened gasp and eyes wide with terror.

Before this, he’d been certain he’d cataloged all of her expressions, could predict them based upon circumstance, and draw them to his mind at will. The look on her face at this moment, however, would play unbidden in his future nightmares.

“Susie, Susie, it’s me,” he tried, scanning the room for anyone who may have heard them. “Is anyone else here?”

Unresponsive to his words, her eyes wide and wild and pinned to the corpse beside them. Eddie gave her a little shake, instantly regretting it as she winced in pain, “Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Susie, please look at me.”

She glanced at him blankly, then back at the body, then back at Eddie, recognition finally glimmering: “Edward. What’r you doing here?”

“Susie, you need to answer me. Do you know if there is anyone else here?”

“Here?” she looked around as though trying to place where ‘here’ was. “Sean and Don. In the slaughterhouse.”

His head swiveled madly, looking for whatever she referred to.

“They’re dead.”

“There were two of them?”

“Sean and Don. Don and Sean.”

“You killed them both?”

“Yes.”

“You’re certain?”

“Fucking yes, Eddie,” she grumbled and attempted to pull herself up, crying out in anguish as a result. The sound of Susie Glass in pain sent shockwaves through his body.

“Just stay still for a moment, Susie,” he tried to invoke placidity in his voice. “I need to check you for injuries. Is that alright?”

“What do you mean?”

“I need to see if you’ve been injured. Is that-“

“I’m injured?”

He swallowed thickly, deeply concerned at her level of confusion.

“That’s what I’m asking, Susan,” he said softly, gently pushing the hair back from the open cut on her forehead. “Can I take off your jacket?”

“Another time Edward. Quite tired.”

“Does it hurt anywhere? I’m just trying to determine if you’re okay.”

“Am I?” Her normally bright blue eyes were nearly black with dilated pupils. She looked like a frightened deer, and this filled Eddie with dread.

“You will be,” he tried to smile reassuringly.

She suddenly clutched his lapels and pulled Eddie closer to her face as if to kiss him and whispered, “he spiked my drink.”

“What?”

“That dead cunt,” she suddenly yelled and lunged in the direction of the dead body. Yelping in pain from her sudden movement, she groaned and clutched her midsection, “he spiked my drink.”

“He fucking drugged you?!”

He never wanted to murder an already-dead man more.

“Yes, Eddie. That’s what I said,” she groaned again. “Fucking hurts.”

“We’re going. I’m carrying you,” he gently nudged her fully into his arms, carefully standing so as not to jostle her, “which way?”

“It’s a horseshoe. For luck. You have to point it up.”

“Okay then,” he raised his eyebrows and nodded, his jacket and shirt instantly absorbing some of the blood she’d been stewing within.

“Where we going?” She rasped.

“A and E,” he scanned the area.

“Mmm, not keen on that idea. Not bleeding out,” she looked down at herself, “am I?”

“No. You’re going to be fine,” he kissed her temple and hoped he sounded convincing. He didn’t spy any gaping wounds, aside from the forehead laceration, but being covered in the dead cunt’s blood hampered his ability to asses her.

She giggled, a sound completely foreign and yet utterly delightful to him, “Edward, you’re carrying me.”

“Indeed,” he tightly smiled down at her, turning backward, pushing against the glass door, finally exiting the hell Susie had been trapped within.

“No hospitals,” she directed, but with unguarded watery round eyes.

“No, you’re right, Susie. We’ll have the family doctor meet us,” he agreed, easing her into his car and securing her with a click of the seatbelt.

He rounded the car, trying to cooly note any pedestrians, cameras or cars. Finding none, he slid into his seat pressing the ignition in one fluid motion.

“My knife,” she lurched forward and unsuccessfully reached for the door handle, instead hitting the window button, “its scrimshaw, doesn’t set off metal detectives…detectives? No, No. Detectors!” She announced like she’d solved a riddle.

“Leave it,” he said, rolled her window back up (covertly hitting child safety lock) and peeled out of the parking lot.

“Was my mother’s,” she slurred softly and fell back against her seat, defeated, hissing in pain from her sudden movement.

He glimpsed her aggrieved face; she’d never mentioned her deceased mother, at least not to him, “I’ll have the cleanup team retrieve it.”

She swiveled her head to him, eyes glassy and heavy-lidded, “promise?”

“Of course,” he nodded. “What’s hurting the most right now?”

“Hm? You hurt Edward?” she mumbled, eyes lolling.

“Susie stay with me for just another minute - are you able to determine if you were stabbed or shot anywhere?”

She squinted like he was far away, “I was stabbed and shot? Fuck me.”

“No, no, you’re okay. You’re safe.“

She quietly observed him, “I’m safe?”

“Of course. I’m with you, Susie. Go ahead and rest. I can handle the remaining issues.”

“Just for a moment then. Ta.” She closed her eyes, and the tension left her face. Within a minute her breathing deepened into a steady rhythm.

He thumb-dialed Geoff, and before he even uttered a greeting, Eddie launched into orders: “Call Doctor Halley. Get him there now. Susan is injured, I don’t know how badly, but she’s also been drugged. I’m not sure what with.”

“How far out are you?” Geoff didn’t miss a beat, all-business, bless him.

“An hour, Geoff; I’ve another call to make; see you shortly.”

Disconnecting the call, he then pulled up Felix in his contacts.

“Your Grace,” Felix answered.

“I’ve got a situation Felix.”

“Go on then.”

“I had to leave the location, I’m texting you the address. Three bodies, bring me the knife, the high heel, the handbag, check for cctv - this, this has to be perfectly executed Felix. You’ll need to retrieve Susie’s car. Blanket should be there shortly as well. And Felix, move quickly.”

After disconnecting the call, he glanced at Susie, his eyes rolling over her, head to foot, trying to tamp down a building rage he couldn’t sort. His gaze again landed upon her feet, one blue velvet heel on and one delicate little bare foot, toes painted cherry red. He couldn’t fathom why this sight in particular upset him so much, but he physically shook with anger, repeatedly clenching and flexing his hands upon the steering wheel.

“Audible,” Susie murmured, pulling his attention to her face.

“Susan?”

She turned her head towards him, and without opening her eyes mumbled, “read the Magna Carta.”

“You’re alright Susie.”

He had no idea if this was true, but he desperately yearned to blanket her in comfort and security. He awkwardly placed his hand alongside her face. Her skin too cold and clammy, he clenched his jaw and pressed the accelerator to the floor, the darkening countryside whipping past.

After an emotionally exhausting drive, he finally pulled in front of his home, cutting the engine, he bolted out of the car. Upon quietly pulling the passenger door ajar, he hovered over her, carefully unbuckling her seatbelt. He swept his arms under her knees and back, easily lifting her from her seat and into his arms. She moaned lowly, wincing, though still unconscious.

“Almost there, Susie. Just a few more moments,” he said softly.

The front door opened, and Lady Sabrina ushered them forward, “come in Darling.”

Geoff appeared from somewhere, “the doctor is five minutes away.”

Sabrina regarded Susie’s appearance, her shock and concern evident, “what in the world happened?”

“I’m not entirely sure, Mother,” he headed to the stairs, clutching Susie’s cold body close to his chest. “Send the doctor to my room when he arrives.”

“Of course,” she replied, and he ascended the staircase, two at a time, whispering solace as he traveled, “I’m here Susie. I’m with you. You’re alright. You’re safe.”

As he gently deposited her upon his bed, he surveyed her form, and the reality of her small, prone body in front of him lodged a lump in his throat. Susie Glass exuded authority, competence, precision, and cutting intelligence. She earned it. She demanded it. She deserved better than whatever happened in Walsh’s Gym.

He released a quivering breath and quickly blinked away the tears pooling in his eyes.

“Fuck,” he whispered, shaking his head, trying to free himself of bootless could-have-should-have-would-haves.

Where the fuck was the doctor?!

Author’s Notes:

My apologies for taking forever to finish this chapter, for promising quicker turnaround and for the short-ish chapter. This is going to be a longer story than I expected. I love writing them. 🖤

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