A single bullet // M.C ✔️

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"Well, well, well, if it isn't Nicky,"

"Who the fuck are you?" Too much hostility was aimed at this person, but I couldn't help it; he had dragged me away from my friends, away from Michael. Michael had made me promise that I wouldn't leave him, wouldn't leave his side, and be good during the meeting. Guess that didn't happen.

I was pissed, fire in my blood, but strangely, I didn't leave. The door was wide open behind me, but I made no move to walk through it; it weren't even being guarded by him. His tall structure leant against the exposed brick wall, his features dark as he looked down, only barely able to make out a slight smirk.

"Someone's got fire in them, sweetheart," I loathed that word leaving his lips. 'Sweetheart'

"I'm not fucking five," the word didn't give me joy like darling had grown to, but it made every positive feeling fly out of me, replaced with disgust, and paired with the look that hasn't left his face, it was unpleasant. Finally, he flicked a single switch, and light filled the room, everything all clear.

His dark hair was stark against the orange shade of brick, all chipped and cracked; a small black piercing was through his thin lips, and his green eyes seemed to glare daggers at me. Dark clothing covered his body, a black vest showing the tattoos on his arms, all forms of patterns and colours creating art that would be beautiful on anyone but him. Camouflage baggy trousers and vans were on the bottom half of him, his left foot bent at the knee and pressed against the wall. In another life, he would be attractive.

"Done admiring me?" Cocky, not Michael cocky though. Annoying cocky. His foot pushed off against the wall, sending him into a proper standing position as he took two steps closer to me, causing me to take two steps back as if he was a magnet repelling me. "Don't be like that, sweetheart."

"Don't call me that," I found my voice and spat out, "Do you always kidnap girls?"

"That wasn't kidnapping Nicky," I hated the fact he knew my name, but I had yet to know his. Two more steps forward, two more back. "I'm trying to save you."

"Maybe I don't want saving." It was the most certain thing I've said to someone in a while, and I meant it. I had grown to love the gang and the members leading it, who had power. Maybe I just liked the power I got.

"Trust me, you don't want anything to do with them." One more step this time; I couldn't move back.

"Who are you?" Whispers left my lips as fear started to creep in. I was trapped. The door was still wide open but was further away now, and I would have to sidetrack him, knowing he could grab me.

"You don't need to know that. I do have some information for you, though." Final step forward; he was right in front of me. Earthy tones filled my senses from his aftershave (he was that close). A hand grasped mine tightly, pulling it up to his shoulder, making me cringe. A permanent smirk seemed engraved on his lips. "See that?" I looked up at him, frowning, not wanting to move or say anything to the unknown man making his grasp my hand tighter, squeezing my fingers together. "I asked you a question." He spat out.

"See what!" I yelled, trying to pull my hand away to no avail.

"See what you're trying to avoid," I had spotted it straight away: a small black outline of a heart with a crack down it and cracks in it tied together with a bandage. Unbroken.