Michael x Noah 🙏

14. ~The meeting~

Noahs pov:
I've been to Vegas multiple times. For and not for work. It's huge. Why did I think it would be a good idea to leave Michael and Hannah here alone?
We're all walking around the city. Michael and Hannah stopping and taking a picture of everything that catches their eyes.
The meetings not til tomorrow, but we can't stay out here forever. We're meeting the team at 8:00am tomorrow, and the drive from Vegas to LA is 4 hours and 25 minutes. Not to mention it's already night.
I know we need to go back soon, but it fills my heart with joy to see Michael this happy.
After the meeting, I'll probably have to stay an extra two days for this guy. Whatever, I don't mind. I love it here too, and I have to money for it, so it wouldn't hurt.

After another hour, I look at the others on my team, giving them the 'ready to go?' Look.
They both nod.

I walk over to Michael, wrapping my arm around his shoulder, pulling him close to me as we walk. I ruffle his hair.
"Ready to go?"
"Awwww but..."
I chuckle. "We're not leaving for a few days baby, we'll come back."
I watch him smile and he nods. I feel bad for lying to him with this trip, but... maybe I'll actually tell him. It breaks my heart knowing I'm lying to him like this. He's gonna find out one way or another.

We got two hotel rooms for three days. Me and Michael sharing one, and the girls sharing one.
I think now's the time to tell Michael.
He's going through his backpack for my clothes he stole since he was about to go shower.
"Michael can I talk to you for a second?" Oh god. Why'd I start it with that. That line alone just sets the moods to a bad situation.
"Uh yeah? What's up?"
I wait a few seconds before talking.
"I have a meeting... in LA... that's why we came here..." I say, slowly.
"What? Then why are we in Vegas?"
"I just... want you to be far, but I can't just leave you in New York."
...
A few seconds on very loud silence. It's full of tension.
"Noah that's like four hours away. Why did you lie... again..." my heart drops.
"I'm sorry Michael..."
"This is the second time you've lied to me..."
...
"Well I also brought you here because I wanted to see you happy..."
He just nods and walks to the bathroom.
"You won't be completely alone. You and Hannah will be here. I'm leaving you guys with a credit card so you guys can go have fun."
He closes the door.
I sigh.
"I'm not mad Noah... I just wish you didn't lie to me again." Then the water turns on.
Well... at least he knows.

I lay on the bed, waiting for Michael to be done. I can tell he's pissed off because normally he takes like 10-15 minutes in the shower. When he's pissed, he takes like 30 minute showers, which is what's happening now.

I finally hear the water shut off.
Michael takes his time drying off and getting dressed. Finally, he walks out wearing sweatpants and my T-shirt that's like, 3 times bigger on him.
He sees me and just walks over and lays down, cuddling up against me.
"Michael-" I chuckle. "I need to get up to shut off the lights and stuff."

3:00 am. My alarm goes off. I get up, trying to not wake Michael up, and get ready.
One I'm all dressed and ready, I walk over to the girls hotel, knocking on the door.

Charlotte and Nicole walk out, all ready to go.
We walk out of the hotel and get into my car.
I'm just driving because I don't wanna hear their shit.
Nicole yawns
"Noah why didn't we just go to California? We could have slept in more and we could have left Hannah and Michael in San Francisco. It's safe and not as far away."
"Las Vegas is fine, thank you." I say back to her. Whenever I have to wake up this early, I'm not a fun person to be around.

Finally in LA. It's 7:30 in the morning. We stopped to get coffee and breakfast at Dunkin' Donuts.
I messaged the guy letting him know I'm here. I didn't tell him about my whole team going since they're only there in case he tries something.
A weird ass alley way.
Always meet in an alley way so the pubic doesn't see what's going on.

The guy finally comes out. He stands in front of me.
"You got the 8 million?" He asks
I groan. "I told you I'm not paying you jack shit. I came here so we could talk."
"You own me 8 million." He says.
"I don't own you shit."
"You killed half my team. All I want is 8 million and we're good."
"That's how the Mafia works. Whoever joins is at risk of death. Don't you know? Your team had it coming."
"Very well." He pauses, motioning his hand for someone to come to him. "If you don't give me the 8 million," another pause. Two guys come out from the corner, holding Michael by his arms. "You won't see him again."
I stand there. Eyes wide.
"Put. Him. Fucking. Down." I say, slowly.
"Pay up."
I grind my teeth together. Anger seeps through my body. I'm not letting him win. He won't get that fucking money that I don't owe him.
I quickly pull my gun out of its hatchet and point it at him.
"Take him away boys." That fucking bitch!
"If you wanna see daylight again, you'll tell your crew to get their fucking hands off of him." I warn him.
The guys take Michael away. It breaks my heart seeing him struggle in fear, screaming muffled by a cloth.
I close my eyes for a second in anger. When I open them, they're gone.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" I yell. I'm so fucking pissed right now. What the hell is the pricks problem!
Nicole and Charlotte come running out and hold onto me, supporting me.
"Well get him back. Let's go make sure Hannah's okay, alright?" Charlotte says. I wanna scream. I wanna shout. God, I haven't cried in years. This is the first time in a long time that Nicole and Charlotte have seen me cry. This is the first time in a long time I've felt myself cry.
Why would they take him...

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