Michael x Noah 🙏

26. ~This or Michael~

Michaels pov:
They haven't been down in a while. I can't tell what time of day it is. Must have been at least over a night. There's no way it hasn't been.

It's even colder than it was a few hours ago...
It's freezing... I'm also a little hungry... I don't think I ate anything yesterday. Now that I think about it, I haven't eaten anything since Lunch two days ago.

The leader walks down. I can tell by the footsteps. I learned his name was Marcus.
"Hey Michael, or should I say, Aftons son~"
My eyes widen at that. I know people know who I am. Everyone knows I'm an Afton. I killed my brother. William killed six children. I look like a younger version of William. I don't know why I'm surprised he called me that.
"Don't call me that..." I say, once again with a mumble.
"Aw why, do you kill your brother and expect to run away from your problems?" He adds a laugh to the sentence.
"No-" I start to say but get interrupted.
"You're just like William you know that?" He says. That catches my attention. I've heard it a lot honestly.
"I am not!" I protest.
"Really? That's the same thing you said after he killed those children. After that happened, what? You kill your brother."
"That's not what happened." I say, my voice getting a hint of anger.
"Whatever, say what you want. I don't care. I came down here to let your boyfriend know about this."

Marcus pulls out his phone.
"Before we call him... oh by the way, we're using face time so he can see you, JIMMY! KYLE!" Marcus yells.

After a minute or so, the other two men come down and it's like they already know what he wanted.
One of them grabs my wrist and ties them super tight together around a pull in what I'm pretty sure is their basement.
The other man walks behind me and puts a life to my neck.
My anxiety is so bad right now, it must be noticeable.

"Great. Now to call Carter." Marcus says. It's really weird hearing people call him Carter. I guess I'll just have to get used to it.
Marcus dials his number and it starts to ring.

"You say one fucking word without permission and your head is gone." The guy, I think is Kyle, whispers in my ear through gritted teeth.
I nod as mush as I can without the knife cutting my throat.

Noah's pov:
No caller ID.
My phone screen lights up with the call. That's weird. It's a FaceTime call.

"Who is it?" Nicole asks, moving closer to me.
"Stay over there." I instruct her and everyone Else that's over there.

I answer the FaceTime call.
Shit! Fucking shit! The guy on the other end is fucking Marcus Boynton! He's like, second or third strongest team.

"Hey Carter. We have something of yours." His voice pains my ears.
"What do you want." I ask, knowing he's only doing this to get something from me.
"Well first, I just want to remind you what your boyfriend's situation is." Marcus flips the camera and points it at Michael. My eyes go wide.
His head Wes bleeding and his was tied to a pull. Some bitch holding him from behind, with a knife to his neck. I could see how scared he was.
The room wasn't even that lit. It was dim as fuck.

"I swear to fucking god, I will kill you!" I say, my voice getting louder.
"Now, now, Carter, we only want $10 million." What the fuck?!
"I- what the actual fuck?" I reply to that.
"It's either ten million in cash or we keep your precious boyfriend. I'm fine with either. He's pretty cute~" That made me sick. Michael Is 21. Marcus is like, 46 or something."

I sigh.
"Where do you wanna meet up."
"Ha! I knew you would be weak when it came to your boyfriend's life!" He starts, "Meet at Central Park."
"Central Park? Wouldn't you wanna meet somewhere more private? You'd save your ass from getting in trouble."
"Hmm that's actually smart. Good thinking Carter."
"Meet at ***** alley way in the city." He says.
"Got it, Boynton."

The call hangs up.
"Hope you guys are ready for a last minute mission." I say to everyone.
"What? Against who?" Charlotte asks.
"Only up against the Boynton league." I say sarcastically.
"WHAT?!" Maya yells.
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND?!" Oliver yells after.
"I don't care. It's either we go and kill them or Michael loses his fucking life. Personally, I'd rather possibly get really hurt than that my boyfriend die." I say sternly to everyone in the house.

I look over at Hannah. She definitely saw what happened on the FaceTime call.
"Hannah, I know you want more than anything for him to be okay... I never do this but... you can come on the mission. Obviously you won't be fighting, but you can stay in the car so the first thing you see is Michael."
She nods.
"Thank you..." she says in a low mumbled voice. The same one Michael does when he's nervous. They are like the same people but different genders.

"Okay, you guys ready? Grab your knifes and guns and get in the car." I command everyone.

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