A/N: Weekly check in emoji 🐺. Dang this is officially the most chapters I have had in a story!

"Oh really ma'am?", Rhys said with an incredulous look on his face. "Is this road you want to lay on?".

The ladies lips, or whatever you would call two skinny earthworms pressed together, puckered into something ugly. She puffed up indignantly and pulled out her phone.

"It is my right!"

Rhys looked this lady up and down. From her not so white loafers to her dusty ass wig. "It's clear you have no shit to do, lady. Not a soul to go home too."

"I am happily married!", she sniffed holding up her gold ringed hand.

Rhys leaned forward a bit before raising an eyebrow. "It's fake."

"Excuse me!?!", she screeched.

"It's fake.", Rhys leans forward on Malik's broad back looking over to her on his shoulder. 

"You're lying! Another thing to report you for."

Rhys just shrugged. "I have had quite a few golden rings in my past, lady, not one time have I seen a gold turn green."

The lady's face turned all kinds of shades of distraught. Malik took it as a signal to go and took him and his love out of the store leaving the lady on her knees. They barely made it a block away before Rhys burst into laughter. 

"Did you see her fucking face! Bet she is going to be livid with husband of hers", he says between laughing and swallowing down the plan B.

"Think she gonna call?", Malik questions.

"Don't think so….besides even if she did, it would be a total no shit case."

"She made strong claims."

"That would go nowhere alright Malik."

Malik remained silent and just tugged along down the street. Rhys decided against pushing the topic anymore. A purely silent Malik is never a good thing. 

They arrived at Rhys' new place with his Uncle after a long silent walk. The place was one of the nice apartments this side of town had. His uncle told Rhys he may look into the house in the same neighborhood as Malik for the sake of community. But Rhys thinks it's just to make him happy. 

The apartment was ghostly quiet. Uncle probably got tired with the kids and called an early night. Rhys can't count how many times he has had to do as such. Trying to keep with Eli's on the run energy and Lee's happy spirit can exhaust him more than his old warm up routine.

Malik rests him down onto the couch before stalking away to the kitchen.

"Thanks for the ruff landing", Rhys calls out laying onto his belly for comfort. Not receiving a response he cast his eyes to the coffee table. A lone mug sat on the table. Peering above, he notices a murky brown and white liquid and two spoons. A big one and a tiny baby one.

Strange…

Who leaves a full mug of ice cream on the table?

Shifting up to the arm of the chair he spots Eli's puppet of making stuff scattered on the ground near the dining table. A half finished puppet looked right back at him.

The hairs on the back of Rhys' neck rise a bit as not so easy feeling shivers down his spine. Something is not right. 

He needs to check on his kids. He tried to get up only to be pressed down by Malik. He approved to his side holding a cup of juice and sets on the table.

"Malik I-"

"If it about the store, it fine….just in my feelings."

"No it's just-"

"Look Rhys, I got to go. J called all upset. He needs help."

Rhys bit his lip. "But Malik, please don't go…"

Malik corners of his mouth quirk up a bit. "It fine…I will be back in 10."

He leans down to face level and lays a soft kiss to the red head's lips. 

How can a kiss linger for eternity? A kiss that won't die. 

Resting his forehead to his, nose touching and kisses etched in skin. 

'Maybe I am overreacting.' He thinks.

"Love you…" Malik says in almost a whisper.

Rhys smiles, " Love you too."

Rhys watched until the door clicked shut. Oh how he fell for that man. If someone told Rhys a year ago that he would have two kids and boyfriend, he would have knocked them the fuck out.

He lifts himself off of the couch with a whimper. He really likes sex with Malik but fuck, the aftermath is a bitch. Coming up to his kids door he finds it cracked open slightly.

Taking no time to pause he pushed open the door. Rhys felt his heart sink to his stomach. Eli, tied up to his little chair. Rope like a snake around his tiny frame. He pulls and struggles against his bonds but his cries are muffled by the gag in his mouth. Uncle Harvey laid flat onto the ground motionless with a big gnash to the side of his head. Finally, his sweet cub. His darling Ming Lee.

She stayed asleep. Sleep in the arms of a demon. A demon so foul that Satan would make him his right hand man. 

A wide familiar smile and tensed muscles were his hell. There was no uniform this time. Just him. Raw and in the flesh of what he truly is.

"Took you long enough Rhys….my darling."

Shit….

"Oscar…"

The male stalks forward to his name. A wicked smile gracing his face. "My dear Rhys, have you missed your husband?"

"Husband!?!"

"Yes Rhys, can't you see we are all one big happy family?", he smiles.

"Daughter..", he rocks the sleeping child. Sleep, unbeknownst to the evil that surrounded her.

"Son..", he points to Eli's withering determined state. Tears streamed down his brown face. A sign of defeat.

"And most importantly.", his eyes locked to Rhys. "A beautiful wife."

"You are sick fuck Oscar!", Rhys screamed fighting back tears. He motioned forward but halted seeing the gun drawn.

"Oh yeah I'm sick. Sick and tired of my wife denying what we are. What, we can be together! ", he sneered.

"We can never be anything Oscar!"

"We can and we will."

"I would rather die than be with you!" Rhys shouted.

The sound of a gun clicking back did not deter Rhys from backing down. Oscar grinned and turned the gun onto the sleeping baby in his hands. 

"No please! Not her. What you have is with me..not her!"Rhys' resolve breaks.

Oscar tipped his eyebrow. "Choice is now Rhys Hanover. I can always make a new one with you."

Rhys felt like the room was too small or he was too big. Mindless nodding of his head and the satisfied smile that came to the accuser's face.

"Very smart, Rhys very smart.", Oscar laments before throwing Ming Lee in the air.

Rhys whole heart dropped as he left forward and caught his sweet daughter in his arms. His heart felt whole but looking down his foot is bent in an angle that it really shouldn't bend.

A heavy hand rests on the crying red head's frame. 

This is it.

This is how it ends…

'Oh my dear Cub… I am so sorry.'

A/N: Now imagine if I ended this story here. Ha! Also love how I never gave a picture for Oscar but I feel like you guys have a good imagination.