Protect Him
1151 Words
“Will you stop showing up in my apartment ?”
Michael asked with a slow exhale. Jesse pushed past him and tossed the plastic bag on the small kitchen table of his place.
He closed the door behind him and glanced at the numerous candy bars, spilling from the bag Jesse had brought.
The blond wolf fished one chocolate bar out from the plastic and opened it.
“What?”
“You’re unbelievable. “
Michael shook his head.
“What, I brought those as a pay back that I ate yours the other night. “
“They weren’t mine and I asked what the hell are you doing here? Again.”
Michael was already getting frustrated. On top of everything he hadn’t spent last night sleeping. Instead, he’d been searching anything he could possibly find on the mayor and what his connection to Richard and the gang might be.
And just as he'd expected he found nothing.
He couldn’t find anything on them, there weren’t even photos of the two men together at galas or other official events where they might have met.
The mayor and Richard had either been extremely cautious and careful not to ever be connected in any way, or they had really never met in person.
Michael knew Richard had been a target to the Bureau for years now- most politicians and businessmen were.
The files Michael had access to from the Bureau database didn’t lead him to anything as well. It was like he was making up the whole thing and there was zero connection between the two men.
Hadn’t he seen the mayor with his own eyes the other night and him disappearing with Killian, Michael could simply give himself a hard shake and dismiss the whole thing as a mistake and poor judgement and this hadn't been the mayor that night.
Or it was more like all the information had been wiped out.
Jesse’s hard slump against the chair brought him back to the current more outstanding issue.
“Will they send you every day to check on me, or I can simply move to the gang’s headquarters and save them the trouble of appointing a personal tracer to me.”
“Can’t I just come visit?”
“No.”
Michael said shortly and crossed his arms at his chest. Jesse rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and sat straighter. If the guy continued moving around so much he’d break the already-fragile furniture in the apartment and that was going to piss Mike even more.
“You’re no fun, dude. “
Michael made a deep, low sound which very much resembled a roar and Jesse’s entire expression and posture changed completely.
That’s more like it.
Michael thought.
He knew what he looked like and how could that make others feel- not only with the wolves, it very often worked on humans too and Michael often used it during interrogations- in the rare cases he spoke, because quite frankly- he preferred other ways of obtaining information, and Jesse was very much reminding him about those methods.
The smaller wolf sat straighter and Mike thought amused if he was in his wolf form, he’d be keeping his tail between his legs. Jesse sat still, like an obedient child and said
“You’ll have to go with Killian somewhere. “
Michael paused and he tried not to let his body react to the mentioning of Killian’s name.
“I’m not in heat, god damn it, I can't react like some teenager every time someone mentions Killian.“
he thought and moved closer to where Jesse was sitting. Michael rested his elbows on the armrest of the creaky old chair and leaned closer to Jesse.
“Where?”
It must have sounded like a threat, because Jesse pulled back.
“Woah, you don’t joke when you want to be scary, man. “
“I’m not trying to be. What do I have to do. “
“He just said he’s taking you with him. I don’t know where, Killian doesn’t explain himself if you haven’t noticed. “
Fair enough, one had to be blind not to see it, and even then, perhaps.
“Like, he only probably reports to the Boss, do you think he’d tell me - of all people- anything more than ordering in his super fancy voice
“Bring him here. “
Jesse tried to imitate Killian and failed. Michael suppressed the laughter that was threatening to escape him but when in the next second horror was written all over Jesse's face, Michael couldn’t help it.
“Oh, s**t!" Jesse exclaimed, "You’re not going to tell him, are you? Please, I’m dead if you do. Please! He’ll literally cut my tongue off. I already see it in my head. Shit.“
“I don’t think he cares what any of us thinks, Jesse. “
“Yeah, well...That’s true, though. Still- promise you won't tell him."
He looked so innocent with his wide eyes, that Mike- yet for the millionth time, had difficulty accepting Jesse was actually working for the gang.
"I will never. So , are we leaving to wherever?”
“No, he just wants you. “
“Only me?”
“Only you. “
Michael pushed away from the chair and nodded. The only thing he was hoping for was that they hadn’t somehow found out anything about who he was. Because Killian sending the cleaner to call Michael wasn’t in any universe a sign for something good.
And what made things worse was Michael couldn’t warn Flynn in case his suspicions proved to be true.
***
He wished the first thing he noticed were the long, beautiful fingers, holding the cigarette butt between them .
Killian was resting against the black car- the car that perhaps cost more than ten people’s yearly salaries, and he was smoking. His eyes were fixed on nothing in particular and unlike during the gala, his hair wasn’t put in perfect order.
Instead, it was disheveled, an the wind blowing kept playing with it, making his cold, severe features look somehow different.
Like he was belonged to a different world.
He wouldn’t also mind noticing Killian’s dark black hair, that as so dark it looked blue-reddish under the setting sun’s rays.
Or the black suit, perfectly fitting Killian’s perfect body and posture.
Noticing all those things would be fine. It would be something Michael was used to, and something that wouldn’t surprise him so much anymore.
But seeing the bruise on Killian’s wrist wasn’t something he wanted to get used to.
The sleeve of Killian’s perfectly tailored suit fell as he took a drag from his cigarette and Michael saw the fading colours- the bruise hadn’t been that big, but Killian’s white skin made it more noticeable. It was impossible to miss.
At least it was for Michael.
He moved on an instinct.
A stupid, damn instinct.
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