Revelations
1395 Words
"Isn't Richard married or anything? “
“Where did that come from?”
Flynn asked bewildered and Michael waved a hand.
“Just a random thought. “
“Uhh... No. At least not that I know of. He might have been before, but you know how it is with those people. He can't really have a nice, little wife waiting for him at home. “
“Of course.”
Keeping a woman, or a mistress would mean unnecessary trouble. No one wanted that. Women wanted children, and security and family. They wanted someone they could wait for who was Actually going to come home after work.
It wasn't that men didn't want that with their partner either. It was just easier for men to say they didn't need it.
"Kids?"
"I guess not. Kids are another vulnerability. Besides, he has someone to succeed him and the empire, right?"
"Right."
Michael tossed the remainder of whiskey in his glass and waved at the bartender for another one. Flynn gave him a confused look, but didn’t ask any questions about the foul mood of his partner. He took the vacant seat next to Michael and ordered a beer.
It was four pm, but Michael thought nobody around here cared about things like time, or days of the week.
"So, how did it go?"
The place was dimly lit, in a small, dirty corner of the city. It looked more familiar than the places he had to be at the night before with Killian. Michael didn't need to look around to know no one could hear them over the jukebox music, and besides- most visitors were already pretty drunk by now. It was one of those small neighborhood pubs people got drunk at four pm. No one would expect there were two secret agents here, let alone someone from MI6 or the CIA, investigation the government.
Mike took a sip from the whisky the bartender placed in front of him.
“I was just a driver. I can’t even say I was a bodyguard, because the place was full of security anyway. “
“The way it always is with those fancy gatherings. “
“Right. Killian met some guy and they disappeared. That’s pretty much all. Richard wasn't there, which from what I gather is weird. I guess he's now finally starting to hand over power to his successor. Oh, and the werewolf of the gang was waiting for me when I got home."
“What?”
Flynn asked, surprise written all over his face.
“Hold on, hold on. One by one. “
He lowered himself closer to Michael, unconsciously- the way people always did when they were surprised by news. It didn’t really have to do with concern whether anyone would hear, it was just a natural reaction.
It was also unfamiliar to Michael.
“The gang’s werewolf? You’re kidding. I can't believe they sent him.”
"You knew they have a werewolf working for them?"
Flynn shifted in his seat, moving all the more closer to Michael.
"I did. But man...they sent him to your place?!"
“You seem surprised.”
“Hell yeah I’m surprised! The gang uses the werewolf as a cleaner.”
Michael frowned.
“Him? “
“Yes, him. “
Flynn's concerned expression was still written all over his face.
“He’s a goddamn wolf, what else do you think they can use him for? No offence.”
“None taken. “
Michael remembered the last cleaners he’d encountered- the ones who one never heard of, or you never heard of what they’ve cleaned up.
You only knew something happened, people disappeared and that involved a lot of money.
As for Jesse- Jesse didn’t have the experience for this, Michael knew it from minute one. It was crazy they used him for that.
“But he’s inexperienced?" Mike offered, " I figured he was there long before he was in hearing range.”
“Compared to someone like you, yes he’s new and inexperienced. But compared to humans- they stand no chance. “
Michael picked up his glass and finished it.
“It makes sense. But sending him to my place means they …”
“Know about you, yes. Which doesn’t have to be a bad thing?”
“For one thing it makes me more usable.”
“Okay. That’s...yeah. Garrey might need you for something, Jesse is his direct underling. "
"We'll know pretty soon, I guess."
"Yeah. And what happened at the gala, did this guy and Killian meet?”
"Well, it was something like a cocktail party for the rich guys and they talked about art, at first. Then Killian sent me to f**k off while he went to talk to that guy.. When they were done, I drove him to Richard’s. “
“That’s all?”
“That’s all. I’d say Killian was supposed to be there, at this gala thing with Richard, but maybe plans changed and he went alone? And the older guy just discussed whatever it was to discuss with Killian only. "
"I guess Killian really has a thing for the older guys screwing him."
Flynn picked up his drink and smiled at his cup.
His partner misunderstood Michael's expression and
explained quickly. Perhaps Mike looked just surprised, while the reality was- he was seeing red, imagining killing people at the idea of Killian with someone.
"I mean, you know…" Flynn explained quickly, and thank god- oblivious to the way Michael felt, "Okay, never mind."
Then his partner glanced at his burned palm and said.
"Bad joke. But Killian's off with his head. Try to be careful around him. I'm pretty sure he's testing you."
"Of course he's testing me."
"He probably took you with him just to see whether the next day there would be cops checking the office."
Michael thought for a second.
Or Killian was testing something totally different. Nevertheless, he only said.
"We both know that's useless. I told them I used to work for the police, it would be stupid if I called them, even if I was still with them. "
"Totally. But I think they're planning something bigger with that guy. Try to...I don’t know, do something, so that he’d take you with him next time?"
Michael laughed.
"Like what?"
"I don't know, maybe ...prove he really needs a bodyguard?"
"Killian? he doesn't need anyone?"
"Oh, come on, there has to be...."
The moment the words left Flynn's mouth, Michael looked up at the TV, placed just above the billiard's table and froze, his hand with his glass mid air.
"Mike?"
Flynn followed his eyes towards the screen.
"Yeah, that's the new mayor. People kind of like him, he’s probably the only one who’s not corrupted yet, or... “
“This person right over there is the mayor?"
"Well, yes. Why do you look so surprised?"
Then Flynn’s eyes widened.
"You're kidding me…oh, shit... don't tell me…"
He ran a hand through his hair and turned to Michael, voice lowered.
“Don't tell me he was there last night.”
"He was. This was the man Killian had the meeting with..."
Flynn looked again between the screen and Michael.
"I'll be damned."
"What do you think is going on?"
"I have no idea, but whatever it is, it's much bigger than a few paintings that are worth millions. It’s not that we didn’t know it already, but everything that happened last night means something really, really big is going on. I mean, crazy big. And the people involved in this whole mess don’t joke. As for the gang sending their cleaner at your place - that only proves it. They’re watching you. It means they’re watching us.“
Flynn leaned back and rested his elbow on the bar.
“Do you know what I hate most about wolves working for the mafia?"
“That meeting them means you’re a target?”
“That you can’t decide to quit anymore. We either catch them, or we die. There's no way out of this anymore. You can't trust anyone, it' as simple as that. A mistake means we die."
Mike tossed the remainder of his glass and placed it heavily on the bar.
"I was dead already from day one."
After all, he was investigating his own mate.
What worse than that could possibly happen?
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