Michael x Noah 🙏

59. ~One of the Worst~

HUGE TWWW: SA!! ⚠️

Michaels pov:
I was walking around the city, not with Noah. I knew that I shouldn't be alone. Noah's a mafia boss and I've been kidnapped more times than I can count by this point. I don't know why I decided to walk around alone but I'm already out.

Not long after, I notice a man, about 35 years old, practically cat calling me. His eyes glanced up and down my body slowly. He walked over after realizing I wasn't going to move.
"Hello, there, pretty boy."

"Uh..." I took a step back. "Can you maybe... not..." I didn't look the man in the eyes. I kept my gaze anywhere but them. I looked around, looking to see if anyone was around. Of course people were near by. They were everywhere! This is New York City.

"Awe, why?" The man step even closer as i took that step back. "Ya shy or something? I'm just complementing you." His smirk grew wide.

"Because I don't trust you..." I say. "You're like, what, 35, maybe 40? I'm 21 and I have a boyfriend." I take another step back, or at least I try to step back before the man grabs onto me.

The man chuckles, his grip on my wrists becomes extremely tight. "Oh, I know all about your boyfriend. It's a shame he isn't with you. I was looking forward to seeing him."

I start trying to pull my wrist out of his grip, however, it feels like if I keep trying, my wrist will break.
"Let go of me!" My face is one of desperation and pain.

"Sorry, darling, but I can't. My boss wants you and who am I to reject my bosses request? He's paying me lots of bands, so I'm afraid you've gotta come with me." With that, the man drags me to a less populated area, shoving me into a black van where another man stood.

I scream loudly as two men enter the back of the van before they shut the doors, and held me down. One of them grabs my phone out of my pocket, shoving it into my hand.
"Yours going to call Mr. Carter now and tell him to meet up at the location we're going to send him from our number."

I nod quickly as the man holding me tight releases my arms. I quickly facetime Noah, waiting for him to answer.

Once Noah answers, his face popped up. He looked busy, however, he quickly put whatever he was doing aside when he saw just his scared I looked.
"Michael, what's wrong? You okay? Where are you?"

I shake my head. "I don't k-know..." I was trying my hardest not to cry.

I knew Noah hated seeing me cry. It always made his blood boil. "Just stay calm, okay, Love. Can you tell me anything about where you are? Maybe who you're with? Anything at all?"

The man who demanded I called Noah snatched my phone from my hands, talking to him.
"If you wanna see your boyfriend, sorry, husband again, You'll meet up at the place I texted you. It'll pop up as a random number. Meet in an hour. Me and my bud... well, let's just say we're gonna have a bit of... fun with Michael, here."

I could practically smell the anger from Noah out of my phone. "If you fucking touch a single hair on his head, I won't hesitate to put a bullet right through-" And with that, the man hung up the phone, tossing it aside.

TW starts here!!:

The man who was previously holding me, exited the back of the van, leaving me and the other man alone. "I must admit, I'm glad we get to have some fun before your husband saves the day~" His hand started to caress the side of my face.

I scoot back to the inside wall of the van.
"ah- nope. No need to be scared. I'm gonna be gentle. This'll be over soon." The man unbuttoned his jeans, unzipping the zipper next.

"No! Please!" I beg. I attempt to open the wan doors in the back, but they were locked. "NO!" I scream.

He grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head to the van wall, holding them with one hand. With his other hand, he grabs his erect cock, pressing it to my mouth.

"No!" I start crying. "No! No! No! No!"

The man bucked his hips forward, forcing his cock into my mouth. I gag and struggle, tears streaming down my face. "That's it... just like that."

(for many reasons, i will not be continuing this scene.)
TW ends!!

Noah's Pov:
I've been so fucking stressed since I got that call. it's been about 45 minutes or so. I feel two hands hold my shoulders, looking down a bit to see Nicole.
"You need to calm the hell down. Why are you even so riled up right now?" Her voice was stern, trying to get me to listen.

I shoved her hands off me, putting my hands in my head as I sat on the couch.
"How can I calm down when some guys kidnapped Michael, and by what they said, assaulted him!" I took didn't realize how loud I was being.

Nicole looked stunned. "What..." She trails off. "Does Hannah know... She's gonna flip her shit."

"No... I've been trying to keep this from her. I can't deal with her yelling at the top of her lungs at me right now. She can do that later." I took a deep breath, knowing Nicole was right about me needing to clam down. "I need you and Charlotte to come with me. We have a mission to complete."

shorter chapter, i know!! don't come after me!!

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