Michael x Noah 🙏

15. ~Hair on End~

Michaels pov:
I'm exhausted. I don't know if it's from all the struggling or the fucking rohypnol or whatever drug they used to make me drowsy and fall asleep.
Right before the drug knocked me out, I'm pretty sure I heard Noah scream. I've never heard that broken scream from him. Ever.
I'm pretty sure I saw him try to run after these guys, but he was held back by Nicole and Charlotte.
Maybe I'm just imagining things. I don't really remember much about that moment. All I know is that I will most be going to bed here. I will stay up whether it's two hours or two months.
What's even going on? Why did they take me from Noah? How the hell dis they get me from Vegas to LA in time?

It's very cold in here... wherever here is...
I look at myself. Oh... they took Noah's sweater off me... no wonder I'm cold.
I feel bare... I need some kind of sweater... this T-shirt is nice and all, but it's not enough...

I hear a door open and see a guy walk down. I must be in a basement then.
The guy is tall... probably just as tall as Noah.
He's got brownish black hair, and I believe green eyes. I can't really tell down in this dark ass basement.

"Who are you..." I say quietly.
"And why should I tell you?" What a bitch. It's a damn question.
"So I know what to call you, maybe?" I say.
"You'll drop that attitude if you know what's good for you." He says.
I just nod.
"My name's Samuel. I go by Sam though. And you're Mike, the guy who killed his brother-"
I groan. "Michael. I go by my real name." I say with a little bit of anger.
"Whatever." Sam says. "Now, Michael, here's the plan. I'm keeping you here until til your fucking boyfriend pays me the money he owes me. Once he does, we're gonna meet up with him. I will be holding you, so if you try anything, I will hurt you."
...
"Understood?" He says sternly.
"Yes, sir..."
"Any questions?" He says before he walks away.
"Can I have my hoodie or a blanket, or something?" I ask, "I'm freezing..."
He chuckles. "That's cause you're nothing but skin and bone. You've got no insulation. Short answer: No." Sam walks out.
Damn it!
What did Noah even do? Why am I the one in this situation?

A few hours later, or what at least feels like hours later, two guys come down.
"Heyyyy it's Noah Caters little boyfriend~"
They both chuckle.
"I wonder what he would do if I were to-..."
The second guy kicks me hard in the stomach.
"OW!"
They both laugh.
The first one walks up to me. He grabs the collar of my shirt and lifts me off the ground by it.
"Put me down!" I protest.
"Hmmm. You are a pretty cute one~" says the first one.
"I know right~" the second one agrees.
"Put me down!!" I say again.
"No. I don't think I will." He moves his grip to my neck. Holding me up by it, applying pressure so I'm not choking, but not being able to breathe good either.

Noah's pov:
Panic.
It rushes throughout my whole body.
Nicole is driving, Charlotte staying in the back with me to comfort me.
Where the hell did they take him?
How the hell did they take him?

We make is back to the hotel to see if Hannah's okay.
We walk in and see her sitting in the bed, crying.
"Hannah?" Nicole says, walking over to her, sitting down next to her, hugging her. "What happened?"
"I- I d-don't know..."
"It w-was like three t-thirty and these guys h-had Michael in there grip..." Hannah explains, "another two g-grabbed onto me to make me watch a-as they dragged him away..." she starts crying even harder.
I think she saw the panic in my eyes because she walked over to me and hugged me tight. I hugged her back.

Plans. We need to plan. I will not be giving him fucking 8 million dollars!
But I can't plan. How could I plan when I'm freaking out like this! I'm nothing but panic and worry.
"Noah why does he even want the money?"
"Because I fucking killed half his weak ass team. He's in the goddamn mafia so he should be expecting it."
Nicole just gives me the look of 'yeah, he's pissed'. I never swear that much in one sentence.
"I'm not giving his 8 fucking million dollars."
Nicole nods. "I agree. We can work this through." She says in her calming voice.
"Text him to meet us in the same alleyway. Tell him you have the money. Once we get there, me and Charlotte will hide. If he doesn't let Michael go before you "give the money", You, Charlotte, and I will pull guns out in him."
I nod.

Back in LA. We have Hannah with us, however, she will be staying in the car miles down the city.
Samuel W.
N: I'm in the Alleyway.

A minute later

S: Good. I'll be out in a minute. Remember, no money, no Michael.

I groan. We'll see about that.

He walks out. He's got his arm around Michael's neck and a gun to his head.
My anger rising.
"Let him go." I say, trying to sound calm.
"Money."
I pull one of my guns out from its hatchet and aim in at him. "Michael or I will shoot."
"Ha- you'd only shoot Michael. He's in front of me."
"Ughhh." I groan. "Well, not if I shoot your head. Michael isn't that tall."
He looks down at Michael, realizing he's like at least a foot shorter than him.
"I'll say it one more time, Give. Him. Back." I say, giving him a final warning.
He shakes his head, no.
I motion for Charlotte and Nicole to come out. The stand behind me, joining me with there guns pointed at him.
I notice him getting more anxious. He must be alone.
Rule number one: Never go alone when meeting another team.

Sam looks around. He lowers his gun away from Michael's head and releases him.

Michael runs over behind me, gripping me tightly. It kinda hurts but I don't mind. I know he's scared. He's probably terrified.
I tell the girls to lower their guns as I do.

I turn and hold Michael in a very tight hug.
Before walking away, I shoot Sam in the head.
Do you really think I was gonna let him get away with this? Hell no.
I pick Michaels shaking body and hold him tight. I'm just glad I got him back.

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