Everyone knew not to look and definitely not to touch the beautiful man named Michael Clifford. He was the precious baby of the notorious Calum Hood after all. But (un)fortunately for Luke Hemmings and Ashton Irwin, they simply didn't listen.
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13 - Delicate Little Flower
Swiping Calum's credit card when he was checking out, Michael flashed a seductive grin at the cashier who was basically in awe with the rich and beautiful man.
"Thank you...Alexandria." He hummed when the cashier handed him his Gucci bag and once he peered at her name tag, "Hopefully I'll get to see you next time."
"Y-Yeah...hopefully." She stuttered out with blushing cheeks, making him smirk before taking his leave out of the expensive store.
He walked down the street full of the stores he liked to shop in. The more expensive things were, the more Michael wanted them.
Michael never in his wildest of dreams would have expected that he'd end up living a life so luxurious as this.
Being confident in himself and using it to his advantage and for money was something he was never ashamed of. It's how he got by and had fun at the same time.
But he had never gotten as much sugar as the amount Calum provided him once they started playing this seductive, passionate game.
Obviously it became more than a simple game with the fact that they were now in love with each other.
"When will you stop with the Gucci?"
Michael abruptly stopped when he heard this being said behind him. He quickly turned around, glaring at the owner of the voice.
"Get away from me." He glared at Luke harshly when he saw the tall blonde smirk before looking at the other man and glaring at him as well, "You too, Ashton."
He turned back around, continuing his path without them. But of course neither of them listened. Instead they followed the beautiful male like some pair of bodyguards.
Michael groaned as they continued following him down the street, so he turned into a more remote and abandoned street that didn't hold that many people passing by.
To his dismay, Michael dropped his bag to the ground and quickly grabbed a hold of his gun hidden underneath his pant's waistband in a matter of a few seconds. He easily aimed it towards Luke's head and he only got angrier when Luke's smirk only got larger.
"Leave me alone." He ordered them, "Or I'll kill you for Calum."
Ashton darkly chuckled, stepping forwards slyly like Michael was his prey. So Michael—again in a mere second because he was slick and sexy like that—reached his left hand into his waistband again to grab his knife to hold it to Ashton's neck.
"He's so hot." Luke said dreamily towards Ashton, earning a nod of agreement.
"Definitely." Ashton said when he scanned over Michael's figure that was being covered by tight, burgundy jeans and a black, button up satin shirt.
Like always, Luke and Ashton were dressed in suits like Calum always was. They were all sure to remain as professional as they could be whether it's in the clean or dirty side of business.
"What do I have to do for you to leave me alone?"
"Sorry, kitty, but it's impossible to get us to turn away from you." Luke winked.
An old man passed by the group, looking at them in shock and afraid with the weapons being held by Michael. But the three didn't pay any mind to the innocent reaction. This was completely normal for them.
"I'm Calum's and I always will be Calum's. There is nothing you can do about it."
"Yeah yeah yeah." Luke rolled his eyes.
"Are you going to put those down?" Ashton asked.
"No." Michael rolled his eyes.
Ashton scoffed in reaction and quickly sprung into action, reaching forwards and bending Michael's arm back and against his chest. Luke seemed to be in sync with the businessman, since he grabbed Michael other wrist and harshly twisted it to where the beauty was forced to drop the weapon and let out a cry of pain.
Luke caught the gun before it fell to the ground, allowing Ashton to push Michael against the nearby wall and force the knife to the beauty's neck instead once Ashton pulled it out of his hand.
Michael glared harshly up at the man, hating how that was so attractive of him to do. Luke played around with the gun, turning the safety off and carelessly holding it when he cockily approached the beauty with the fact that him and Ashton overpowered Michael.
"Give me my shit back and leave me alone." Michael growled out at them, trying to push out of Ashton's grip.
But the knife against his throat didn't allow him to make the movement he needed in order to do so, "Also if you would have broken my wrist then you'd be dead by the end of the night by the merciless hands of my master."
"That wannabe gangster is your master?" Ashton scoffed in distaste.
"He's more of a gangster than you'll ever be, Ashton." Michael stated with pure anger boiling his blood, "He's earned the title and you've earned absolutely nothing. You're pathetic holding me here with a knife against my throat just to keep me talking to you. You know what happens when Calum holds a knife against my throat? I let him fuck me with it. I let him cut me up and play with my blood like I'm his little blood pet. That's the difference between you and him. He's worth it and you're not."
"Let me make something very clear to you, Michael." Ashton said too calmly before harshly gripping Michael's hair and yanking him forwards. He dropped the knife, not needing it.
Luke watched with widened eyes. Ashton looked absolutely pissed off and determined at the same time. Luke didn't know what he was going to do or what he was capable of doing to the other.
"I see the way you look at me. You're a whore that thrives off attention, but you can't deny that out of all your little pawns that I'm the one you want, even if you want Calum too."
"Hey!" Luke interjected in, "He wants me too."
"Totally." Michael mocked with sarcasm lacing his voice.
Ashton pulled on Michael's hair more harshly to force the other to pay attention to him rather than Luke, "The real difference between Calum and I is that I don't have the time to treat you like some delicate little flower like Calum does. I won't hesitate in crushing you in my hands."
"Ashton, I swear—"
The business man glared harshly down at the beauty, shutting him up. There was just something about Ashton that seemed to put him in his place. Michael didn't know what it was, but Ashton always seemed to have control over him.
Michael didn't know if he liked it or not.
"Luke and I will be attending dinner at The Canessa tomorrow night at 8. I expect both you and your master there and ready to discuss business."
"And if we don't show up?" Michael challenged.
"Then I will find you." Ashton promised, "And I'll steal you right out of Calum's hands."
