Michael x Noah 🙏

60. ~traumatized~

Noah's pov:
Charlotte, Nicole, and I made it to the place the man wanted to meet at. and I was pissed. More than pissed actually.

I ran through the doors only to see three men... from a team I "owed" 60 grand to. I looked down to see Michael. He was sitting up against a wall, looking drained from the core.

I ran over to michael, running my hand down his face, about to pick him up. "Oh, Michael, Love, what did they do to you-"

As soon as I touched him though, he jumped and squirmed out of my grip, scooting away and looking up at me with scared eyes.
"Stop! Don't touch me!" He yelled with a shaky voice.

My expression turns soft as I held my hands up in front of me, showing that I wasn't going to touch him. I understand why he wouldn't want to be touched at all time like this, but all I wanted to do was hug him and tell him it was all okay.
"Okay, okay, so won't touch you. Just breathe. You're okay, you're safe because I'm here to take you home."

"I don't think so Mr. Carter." One of the men that I recognized as Jasper, says. "You still owe us 60 grand." He pulls a gun halfway out of his pocket, pointing with his eyes towards Michael.

I chuckle a unamused laugh. "Yeah, as long as I'm here and the one paying, you aren't getting a single penny." I pull the gun I always kept in a holder on my belt on my back out.

"Then I guess we'll have to-" All of a sudden, Jasper fell unconscious to the ground as a blonde woman hit him from behind with a glass vase, continuously hitting Jasper. That blonde girl was no one else but Hannah... Wait.,. how'd she even get here?
"YOU FAT FUCKING PEDOPHILE! YOU SA MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND AND EXPECT TO GET AWAY WITH IT?!"

I stepped away from the two, letting Hannah do her thing, knowing I his was something she needed to do. My boy question was, how the hell did she find out about this, and how did she know where we were?

I attempted to touch Michael again, trying to make sure he was safe from all possible harm.

"Please... don't touch me..." Michael wiggles in my grasp since my arms were around him. I sigh and let go.

It hurt to see him like this and not being able to comfort him in my arms like I always do, but I knew that what he went through was traumatic, and that I have no right to complain about him not wanting to be touched. It hurt, but Michael comes first right now, so I stand here and watch Hannah beat the shit out of the already unconscious Jasper.
"I'm sorry, my love... I should have been here sooner..."

I watch as Michael brings his knees to his chest, still sitting against the wall.
"It's not your fault..." He said as he refused to look at me.

"It is my fault." I say a little louder, quickly bringing my voice back down to how it normally is. "I'm the one who's a mafia boss with a very cute husband. They specifically took you to get a reaction out of me." I sigh, slowly walking over to Michael. I know he didn't want me close, but I at least wanted to sit next to him.

Time skip, a few days later.

I was starting to get really worried about Michael. He was distant and isolating himself. He refused to touch, kiss, and even look at me. Look at anybody really. He refused to share the bed with me, sleeping on the floor instead.
"Love, can we talk..." I ask, talking to him anyways. "I'm getting really worried about you. I understand you want your own space, but you know I would never hurt you. I would never do anything you do t want me to..."

Michael looks up at me from the floor. He stares at me for a few seconds before he starts crying.

I immediately slide down off my bed and onto the floor. My arms wrap around him as I pull him close to my chest, gently rubbing his back and softly kissing his forehead. He didn't move anyway. He let me do it.
"I've got you, I'm right here. Let it all out, Love, it's okay."

"I'm sorry! I probably made you annoyed with me... I do t wanna feel like this! I love you!" Michael sobbed and begged for my forgiveness.

"You idiot." I smile at him. "I could never be annoyed with you. This isn't your fault, it's the bastards that took you. They're all here reason you feel like this. Not you. I love you more than anything, you never have to worry about that." I pulled him as close as he could get, lifting his chin to place a soft kiss on his lips.

Michael cuddles onto my chest. Yep, he's returning to himself. I really can't believe how sick some people are. Hannah only knocked out the first guy... I'm not sure if she killed him. Plus the other two...

I need my revenge in them. Each and every one of them. Just... not right now. I run my fingers through Michael's soft hair, watching as he slowly drifts off into sleep.

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