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Chapter 10 – A Not So Happy New Year
JPOV
I'd lain still too long. My body was as sore as Edward had predicted. I didn't want to move from this spot where his body was so snug and warm, pressed closely to mine but laying in this position was just no longer possible.
Finally moving myself carefully with the least amount of movement and pain as possible, I stood looking down at the slumbering man. I would never want another companion in my life. Peter's statement about Charlotte came back to my mind and I understood him completely. I'd do anything; go anywhere to keep us united. Somehow we would find a way to live without the heavy threat of the law that he so feared. I softly placed a kiss to his brow, heard him sigh deeply then watched as he rolled to his side still deep in sleep.
The stairs were no easy trek but when I reached the first floor, I could smell coffee and I knew I was not the only early riser on this first day of the new year. Mrs. Wads was busy prattling about the kitchen when I entered and to my surprise or maybe not, so was Emmett. It made me smile profusely to see the big hulk of a man peeling potatoes and placing them gently in a large bowl.
"Yer doing a fine job there, Mr. McCarty. You are," Mrs. Wads lovingly encouraged the fully grown man.
"Aye I did this for my ma often enough. I should be a master at it," he laughed out. Suddenly noticing my presence both of them looked up from their work at the same time.
"Mr. Whitlock, sir? What are you doing down here at this early hour," Mrs. Wads fussed as she ushered me to a chair beside Emmett at the table.
"I came in search of that wonderful concoction of yours that smells too heavenly," I teased. Her eyebrows bushed up in question. "Coffee of course, Mrs. Wads; some of your wonderful brew, if you please."
With a cup of Mrs. Wads' delicious brew and fresh cream from the larder, I soon felt human again. Emmett had stayed quiet, completing his task for the head housekeeper, while I finished the first cup and was poured a second. I knew he was dying to ask so I smiled at him and nodded.
"So how is it, Newton's goons went so easy on you," he asked not waiting a moment longer.
"Probably because I was no threat to his courtship of my sister," I answered though we both knew Newton's reason for Emmett's brutal beating.
"Aye, 'tis true enough. I'm not only a threat; I won the woman," his smile upon saying those words was so huge. deep dimples formed on either side of it. And I spewed my coffee.
"You what?" I asked wiping my face dry.
"I sort of ask Rose to marry me, last night," he hesitated and then the same flashing smile appeared. "She said yes!" His face then became unusually serious. "We'd like to get married in the spring, with your blessing of course," he added.
I think for a moment he really thought I'd deny my sister and my friend their happiness. It was quick but who was I to judge how long it took to fall in love. Because I had; deeply and irrevocably fallen in love with Edward Masen and almost as quickly as them.
"I think if you court her proper in the mean time and it's a late spring date, a wedding would be quite nice at that time of year," I tried to sound like the proper guardian for my sister but I couldn't help the smile that tried to curl at the corners of my mouth.
"You great oaf!" I slapped Emmett's arm. "Of course, you have my blessing. If you are who she wants, then I'm overjoyed at the union of you two."
Emmett's chair fell back on the floor as he jumped up to incase me in his massive arms.
"Thank you Jasper. Thank you," he repeated. Pure joy radiated from his entire being. After he finally let me go, I turned to my housekeeper.
"Mrs. Wads could you please prepare a tray for me with some of your best muffins, some fruit, whatever is handy and another pot of that delicious coffee. Dr. Masen deserves breakfast in bed this morning for taking such good care of me last evening," I beamed at her. I had a romance of my own to get back to and the sooner the better.
Emmett helped me up the stairs with the tray but at my bedroom door, I sent him on his way. I assured him I could handle the rest by myself. Putting the tray down beside the bed, I closed and locked the door before I came to stand over the man who made my heart beat faster. A sly smile appeared on the most handsome face in the world, though his eyes remained closed.
"Plan on keeping me locked up in here for long," he chuckled as he rolled over to smile up at me.
"All bloody day if necessary," I pounced on his prone body forgetting my injuries until I made contact with his lean hard body. The pain was there but I brushed it away quickly for this was exactly where I wanted to be.
"What? No coffee first," he laughed out right as he wrapped his arms around my neck pulling me closer.
Our kisses were wild and needy. Lips and tongue licked, sucked and nipped all along my jaw, behind my ear and down my neck. I could only breathe a raspy groan and grind my body onto his.
"Never mind the coffee. I'll just feast on you," he murmured against my skin as he continued to bring me more pleasure.
His hand, sure and steady untied my robe and slid the sleeves slowly down my shoulders; stopping to caress each inch of exposed skin. By the time he reached my elbows, my body was bowed and writhing. How did he take such a simple act and make it sultrier than anything I had ever experienced? Finally freeing me completely from my robe, he tossed it in some random part of the room and kissed his way across my collarbone.
He redirected our bodies so that our hard cocks were lined up then gripped my waist just above the top of my lounge pants. Oh so slowly he began to twist and turn and move our bodies together. The rhythm was easy to meet and soon we were moving together in a dance that was only fit for the intimacy of our bed.
Just as I tried to increase the friction my poor aching cock needed, he would stop until the shudders had passed and I was whimpering from the loss of contact.
"Tell me Jasper, tell me what you want, love," he whispered as his lips again attached to my collarbone marking me as his. Sucking hard, he bit down and I nearly exploded at that sensation alone. I couldn't speak. My self control was nearly spent.
"Shall I tell you what I want Jasper?" his rough voice spoke. "I want you as mine. I never want you to lay with another. I want you beside me for the rest of my life. I love you, Jasper."
He thrust up against me hard. His words and action pulled me over some cliff I was standing on. The rush of my own seed escaping my body spurred on the most glorious feeling of falling in mid air. Afterwards, my release left me feeling mellow and like butter melting in the sun.
I lay there basking in the feel of this man, and then his words came rushing back. He wanted me to know no other, beside him forever. He loved me. Then another realization dawned in my haze, he was still hard and throbbing against me and I had not told him that I loved him too.
I knew my Edward. His brain would be analyzing everything. Wondering if he had declared himself and I did not return his feelings. I could see it in his eyes when I rose above him. A sudden shyness, the dominant male suddenly disappeared and left this self doubting beautiful man below me. Smiling, I couldn't help but relish how well I had come to read him in such a short time.
"Stop it this instant," I said watching those green orbs widen and a blush cross his cheeks. "I will never in my life want another and if the law allowed, I would stand before an altar and God himself and declare it to the world."
"But," I only halted to place a kiss on his sweet lips, "as we are not allowed that luxury…right here, at this exact moment, I give you my heart, Edward Masen. I love you, too."
Slowly, as my words sank into the glorious over thinking mind of the man who held my heart, his face began to glow. Then the most incredible, sex filled, smug smile appeared on his face. I raised an eyebrow in question.
"Of course you do," he laughed, rolled me to my back gently. Then he took my breath with a kiss I felt all the way to my toes. When I was finally able to breathe again, I looked at him with all the need I felt inside.
"Take me now, Edward. Make me yours, again," my voice was low and needy but he heard and answered with a small nod.
The jar of salve was quickly retrieved. He prepared us both for our joining, bringing my once sated member back fully to life. Never once did he stop kissing, touching, or caressing some spot upon my body. By the time our bodies were joined as one, it wasn't a joining of lust crazed bodies, though there was plenty of that. It was a joining of two souls becoming as one. No marriage vows ever taken were as committed as we two at that moment.
Edward's movements increased as the passion continued to build; both of us urgently needing to reach the summit together so that we could fall over the mount as one. When the fall came; both us called out to God for giving us this experience. There might have been a shouted curse word or two but mostly there was love for the other man.
Hot sweaty, sticky bodies clung together not caring about the mess the sex act itself created; only needing the heat of each other. The gentle play of fingers tangling in curls and stroking skin left us with sweet feelings of nirvana. I fell asleep in my lover's arms content to let the world outside pass us by.
Sometime later pounding at the bedroom door stirred both of us. I cursed, wondering why it seemed I could not have any length of undisturbed privacy in my own bed these days. Edward shushed me which allowed us to hear Rosie's anxious voice on the other side of the door.
"Jasper, please wake up. We need you downstairs as soon as the two of you are decent," she pleaded after knocking again. Rosalie Hale-Whitlock never pleaded; she demanded but this time she sounded truly in need.
"Rosie, hold on," I called as I grabbed my robe, threw it around me and bounded to the door.
"What is it?" I asked throwing the door wide open.
Rosie blushed and smiled at seeing Edward lying in my bed, the covers up to his neck. The smile fell away quickly and she placed her full attention on me.
"Emmett is on the phone with Head Master Cullen. Something has happened at St. Paul's. Inspector Tart is in your study demanding to see you and the newspaper…" she began to cry. "The paper, Jasper it's awful. Hurry please!"
"Rosie calm down now and we'll dress and be down quickly," I assured her with words and a hug also brushing her tears away.
As soon as the door closed, Edward was out of the bed searching for his clothes. He was beautiful in all his naked glory. But he was frantic in his pursuit of gathering his things.
"Edward, love, stop," I said as I gathered him to me. "Whatever is going on, we will face it together."
His body stopped its frenzied movement and a huge sigh escaped him. He looked deep in my eyes and found what he needed. The simple nod and smile affirmed we were in this together.
The house was alive with motion and noise. Several of the Yard's finest including, Constable Forsythe, were stationed at the front door. I could hear Tart and Emmett shouting at each from my study. Rosie and Mrs. Wads were huddled together near the parlor, seemingly the older woman comforting the younger. Rosie called my name drawing everyone's eyes to Edward and myself.
I noticed the men at the door, who suddenly stopped talking, began to stare at me. Some of them looked away quickly not keeping eye contact with me. One or two of them showed signs of anger and disgust. I heard Edward's slight gasp behind me and realized he recognized the looks too. At that moment things escalated in the study between Tart and Emmett.
"You aren't going to stop this nonsense," Emmett bellowed. "My God man, he's your partner. What about St. Paul's are you going to go or not?"
"Mr. McCarty I warned him and I'm warming you, do not think to question me or the constabulary about how we handle a case," Tart's voice was steely, menacing.
"Gentlemen what the hell is going on in my home," I demanded. Both men started then turned to look at me.
"Jasper," Emmett cried in relief. "There's been an awful thing at St. Paul's. Head Master was extremely upset. Brother Jacob was attacked."
"What?" Edward and I both said at the same time.
"Yes, seems the bells haven't been ringing properly. When checked out, the porters found Brother Jacob hanging from some of the ropes suspended from the bells."
"Is he," Edward asked quietly.
"No, thank the Lord. They are bringing him to City Hospital by train. He was bludgeoned and then strangled with the bell cords. Let to die," Emmett was clearly upset but explained as best he could.
"But this idiot won't do anything," he exclaimed pointing a finger at Tart.
"He's alive damn it! There are other things more important at the moment," Tart snapped back.
"More things like what Inspector Tart," Edward asked nervously.
"Like this," he handed me a copy of the Daily Mail. I had a feeling deep in my gut that I was not going to like what I read there.
"Jasper you better sit down before you read that. You too Edward," Emmett spoke with concern in his voice.
I took the paper folded open to a specific article. So his byline finally made the front page.
January 1, 1905
Local Journalist Has Done What Scotland Yard Couldn't
I, Michael Newton, am but a humble servant of this our beloved city, London. It gives me great joy to tell the good people in this wonderful city that they need no longer fear some murderous villain stalking the streets.
I recently came into possession of a ledger that clearly points to one man as being the culprit behind these awful homicides. The ledger I am speaking of comes from none other than Marshalls itself. For you good decent folks the name probably means little. It is a foul and disreputable place of business where young men offer services to those who would like to purchase, a little of their time. The owner of this awful place is a Mr. Peter Marshall. From deciphering the ledger, it is clear that Mr. Marshall himself is the fiend who has been taking the lives of the young men who worked for him.
Who knows what things go on in the mind of a mad man? Why would he do such an awful thing? And more importantly where has he disappeared too?
When some of Scotland Yard's finest went to arrest Mr. Marshall, very late last evening; he was nowhere to be found. Could it be that he had been tipped off? Could someone have warned him of the coming constabulary?
The only thing I know for sure is maybe Scotland Yard should be looking to their very own for the answers. I have been told by a reliable source that one Inspector Jasper Whitlock has had a past relationship with Mr. Marshall. Would one of our own Inspector's protect a vial criminal such as Marshall? What other kind of 'laws' has Inspector Whitlock broken while in the guise of serving our fair city?
On this the first day of a new year let us hope that Scotland Yard will check their own household a little closer for the safety of us all.
Michael Newton, Senior Staff Editor
"Well, it appears Mr. Newton has gotten himself a promotion," I said to the stunned faces around me after I finished reading the article.
I don't know what they expected me to say or do. But I would not give any one of them the satisfaction of seeing how this damnable article affected me. Save for Edward that is. His eyes met mine with such concern but they weren't afraid. He was giving me his strength to hold on to and it was the only thing I would need.
"Gentlemen," I called to my fellow constables as I walked out into the foyer with Tart, Edward and Emmett close behind me.
"I realize now that most of if not all of you have seen the article by Michael Newton in the morning paper," I held up the rag to emphasize my point. "You have been given false information in his writing. Yes there is a ledger from Marshalls. It was stolen from me last evening after I was jumped upon. However, the ledger that was stolen from me is not the original. It is here locked away safely."
"Good man," Tart called from behind me.
"I could not in all good conscious return the original to its owner. Peter Marshall's name is not mentioned in that ledger one time. He is being blackmailed into running the business for a Sr. Giacobbe el Nero. And the answer to the question some of you see as the most important is yes. I knew Peter Marshall in my youth," I told them the truth whether they would believe me or not.
"Most of you have worked with me on and off for over five years now. You know me," I stood a little straighter and turned to face Tart before I continued. "If you don't think, I am capable of doing my job. Say so now."
The room was incredibly quiet. I waited expected at least one or two of the constables by the door to speak up but no one did. They all watched Tart anxiously, just as I did. His word would make or break me. Finally he stepped forward to stand by my side.
"Nothing in Inspector Whitlock's past or present keeps him from being a fine constabulary," he stated to the men gathered in my foyer. "I have seen the journal myself and I can confer that Peter Marshall's name was not in the ledger. Michael Newton's however, was on every line beside the young men who died. He was the last customer they served before their deaths."
The murmur between the men at the door grew a little louder until finally Constable Forsythe finally spoke up.
"Do you know where Peter Marshall is now, Inspector Whitlock," he asked being sure to use my title and name showing his respect.
"Aye," I answered. "But I am not at liberty to say where at this time. It is a matter of his and his wife's safety."
Forsythe nodded and turned to face the other men. They talked amongst themselves for a short time then grew quiet. Forsythe evidently the leader of the group spoke again.
"What do we do now, Inspectors," he asked grinning widely.
"We catch us a killer, men," Tart answered for both of us.
Tart dismissed two of the constables to go to St. Brides and speak to Head Master Cullen, check out the bell tower and telephone him with all the information as quickly as they could. The Forsythe and another were sent to City Hospital to watch for Brother Jacob being brought in. They too were told to report back when he arrived and what his condition was at the time. One remained for which I had a special detail. The house became much quieter after they left.
EPOV
How could this be happening, I questioned as Jasper read that foul Newton's article. Even though he didn't call Jasper some awful name; he more than implied that Jasper's inclinations were not normal. Not normal, how I loathed that term. We loved and respected each other how could that be abnormal? We'd have to leave the country; there was no other way to keep him safe.
Something my solicitor told me on my last visit replayed in my mind. Aye, that might just do the trick. I'd speak with him as soon as possible.
I rose from where I sat next to him and crossed the room when he had finished that dreadful story. I saw the look on those men's faces, knew what they were thinking. I would not be a contributing factor to his problems with those men.
I listened to him speak and explain the truth to Tart and the rest of the constabulary. I watched their faces. Some of them, like young Forsythe, watched and listened to Jasper intently; wanting the truth. One had already judged and found him guilty that was plain too. But would they follow his leadership, no matter their own personal convictions; that was the question.
Tart; bless him, saved the day. He stood beside Jasper and the rest followed. Orders were issued and men dispersed into action.
Rosalie came to stand beside me. She wrapped her arm around my waist hugging me gently.
"Will he be alright," she asked quietly. "Will you?"
"I'm going to make sure he is," I answered then added, "And what happens to me means very little."
"That's where you are wrong Edward," she returned firmly. "You matter very much to him. Though the two of you were only parted for a short time…he was lost without you."
To hear those words from her made my heart soar, for I too would be lost without him. I felt my face warm as she kissed my cheek and smiled at me.
"I always wanted another brother. But don't tell him, he'd be very upset with me, I think," she said with a little snicker then she left me in the room with Tart and Jasper.
A family; I had a family here with Jasper and Rosalie and probably Emmett, the way the two of them kept looking at each other. It reminded me of the looks Jasper and I shared at times. Could I really leave England, leave St. Paul's? I could if my family were with me. The plan began to form in my mind and I couldn't help but smile. Yes, I just knew my plan was the answer for all of us.
"Are you going to share whatever plan you are formulating behind those gorgeous green eyes," Jasper whispered waking me from my daydream.
"Mr. Whitlock, sir, now what makes you think I'm planning something," I asked trying to seem innocent of such a charge. Jasper handed me a cup of tea.
"Because you had the same look when you were planning to find me a suitable young lady to hang upon my arm," he laughed at me.
"That's not funny, Jasper. I was just trying to keep you safe. I suppose it's too late for that now," I returned with a saddened heart.
"Everything is going to be fine, Edward. Remember; together, we'll get through this," he answered cuffing my shoulder. It was all the sign of affection we could share at the moment. It was enough.
"I need you to do something for me, Edward," he asked not quite looking me in the eye. I had the felling I wasn't going to like this one bit.
"How can I help," I asked, hoping it wasn't what I feared.
"I need you to go back to St. Paul's," he replied finally meeting my gaze. Which I'm sure was shocked at his request.
"No! I won't leave you," I demanded turning away so he could not see how hurt I was.
"Edward, be sensible. It's not safe here and I won't be able to do my job if I'm worrying over your safety," he pleaded.
"Is Rose staying?" I asked hoping to dissuade him in this decision.
"No. She is packing now. I'm having an officer taker her to the station. Emmett's not to happy but he agrees for her safety, it is the best idea," he quietly added, "please do this for me. As soon as I'm sure this is all over I'll come to St. Paul's. I swear."
"When, what is all over?" I asked avoiding my agreement to his request.
"We're planning a trap for Newton. I won't say more so don't ask," he had made up his mind and I knew I'd never be able to change it.
"You will be careful," I asked trying to be brave.
"Of course," he answered. "So you will do this for me?"
How could I refuse but I wanted to. For a moment, I contemplated lying. Saying I would go but hide here in the city so I could watch over him. He saw the look on my face and a smile deepened on his. He shook his head as if he knew what I was thinking and I was pretty sure he probably did.
"I'll go but I don't like being that far away from you," I finally relented. Relief coursed through his body which relaxed in front of my eyes.
"Thank you," he said simply. Then, whispering only for me, "If we were alone, I'd kiss you."
"If we were alone, I'd fuck you," I whispered back and was rewarded with the sound of his laughter. After both of us enjoyed the moment and stopped laughing reality set in. I said, "I'll go gather my things," and left the room.
Several hours later the four of us and our constabulary escort stood on the train platform. Emmett and Rosalie stood off to a side alone, looking as sad as I felt. Jasper wouldn't tell us where Rosalie was going. He would only offer that a friend was waiting for her and would keep her safe. I had a sneaky feeling that said friend was in reality, Peter Marshall and his wife Charlotte, but I didn't speak it out loud.
As soon as Rosalie was safely aboard her train, the three of us walked to another platform where Emmett and I would catch our train. Of course, it would be on time for once and Emmett boarded ahead of me.
Here in the station with so many people around there was no possibility of an intimate touch between Jasper and me. We could only look at one another. Jasper grasped my hand to shake, holding it a little longer than was proper for two gentlemen.
"I shan't say it Edward and I don't want you to either. We will be reunited again very soon. No reason for good…," he couldn't say the word. Neither could I.
"Soon, reunited," was all I could manage to say. "Call when it is safe." With one last look, I boarded the train. I couldn't look back because he would see the tears and I wouldn't want that.
JPOV
Tart was waiting in the cab outside the station. I was thankful he had given us the time alone but I was in no mood to speak about it. All I cared about now was getting Newton and being done with this whole ordeal.
"Before we left the house, there was a call from Forsythe at the hospital," Tart said keeping to business. "I think we need to go there immediately."
"I'd prefer to go over the plan again and I have to make contact with Newton before he can leave town," I answered.
"Jasper," Tart spoke a little softer. "I don't think this is a good idea. I don't think you should be putting yourself out there like this. Can we find no other way to trap the scum?"
"It's going to be tricky enough as it is…you know I don't think I've ever known your Christian name. May I call you that," I asked my partner who had become my friend.
"It's Liam," he stated.
"Liam, we both know that Newton is going to be looking for us to come after him. It only makes since for me to be the bait," I answered because we both knew this to be true.
"I think we are missing something very vital here. I agree that Newton was the one who killed my son and all the other boys from Marshalls but I don't think he was the one who killed that boy at St. Paul's or that Felix chap either," he said. "Something or someone else is going on here too."
Thinking about what he said, I realized he was completely correct. I didn't think Newton had anything to do with those two murders either. What are we missing? Tart spoke up again.
"What if we sent someone in to meet with Newton he'd never seen before? One of our younger men could pose as say that Felix's brother. If we plan it right, we might catch Newton in the sort of compromising situation that would lead to a clean arrest," he looked pleased with himself and his idea.
It was a good idea but the problem was, I didn't want to jeopardize any of our men for such a mission. Though the more I thought about it the better it sounded. We know that Newton, tends to hang out at a certain pub on Back Water Street and from some of the leg work Tart had done earlier we know Felix was seen there too. This just may be the answer but who could we get to be willing to be the bait. I felt the carriage stop and realized that we'd have to wait to discuss this further; we had arrived at City Hospital.
Once inside, Constable Forsythe met us at the nurse's desk. For the first time, I realized what a nice looking young man he was. Blond hair, similar in color to my own but straighter, no curls, he was a tad bitter shorter than me but all in all a very attractive young man. Tart looked at me observing him and shook his head in agreement; he was thinking the same thing I was. Forsythe was the perfect bait.
"Inspectors I'm so glad you arrived," Forsythe spoke as were observing him. "I am terribly confused about something. I thought you sent me here to await the arrival of a Brother Jacob Black?"
"We did," I said then added, "what's the confusion about?"
"Well sir, there was a man brought in around noon who came from Cambridge by train but his name isn't Black," Forsythe looked between Tart and me.
Just then a rather large rough looking woman in starched white aprons appeared at the desk. I recognized her as the nurse who was not very fond of Emmett or his teasing of the other younger nurses on staff. She neither looked helpful or happy to see us there. One gaze at Tart's uniform and she decided she didn't like us at all.
"Gentlemen how may I help you," she asked barely civil.
"I am Inspector Whitlock and this is Inspector Tart. We are here to see Brother Jacob Black. He was brought here from St. Paul's. He was in some sort of terrible accident. The Head Master had called us and the matter is under investigation," I used my most professional voice but softened it some with a smile.
"As I've told this young constable there is no one here by that name," she answered gruffly. "But seeing as there is an investigation I will tell you there was a man brought in around noon time today. His solicitor is with him at the moment. He is still unconscious and is not able to have any other visitors per the doctor. We found his identity papers inside a pocket of his coat with the solicitor's name. He was contacted and came straight away."
I looked at Tart as confused as young Forsythe. It seemed either Brother Jacob had not been brought here after all or had not arrived as of yet. The woman had never mentioned the other man's name. I saw no harm in asking for it.
"I'm sorry but could we please have the man's name," I asked nicely.
"I suppose there is no harm in that. It seems he was in some sort of terrible accident too. He has awful burn marks around his neck and a huge gash on the back of his head," she offered suddenly feeling more charitable, I supposed. "Maybe you should speak to him about what happened when he awakens."
"Oh and his name is Sr. Giacobbe 'el Nero," she stated.
Tart cursed and I realized he had recognized the name just as I had. It was the name of Peter Marshall's brother in law. The door to the ward swung open at that moment as several nurses filed out. I could see into the ward quite clearly and what shocked me the most was the man laying in the bed at the end of the room.
It was without a doubt, Jacob Black.
I know! I know! Another cliff hanger! I'm sorry but it was just too perfect not to end it there. So did anyone figure out from previous chapters that Jacob Black and Sr. Giacobbe el Nero were one in the same? Giacobbe el Nero is Italian for Jacob Black! Remember to send me a little love and review, I can't wait to hear what you have to say about this chapter.