A single bullet // M.C ✔️

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The blinking cursor of a word document flashed on the screen above me as I just stared at it. I had told Luke I want to do an article so work don't think I'm slacking but there was nothing I could even consider doing it on. The thought of exposing Noah popped straight into my mind but. I didn't want to draw any attention to what was happening. I didn't want to ruin any chance of Michael's plan.

It was a known fact with unbroken that they knew Michael was coming after them, kidnap the girlfriend they come after you. Michael won't let that go and I know they are banking on that.

Speaking of Michael he was locked in the office once again only leaving for food and sleep, he had finally stated to leave at a reasonable time for our nightly cuddles letting each other know, 'we'll be ok'. To only retreat back into the office at the crack of dawn, with his head deep in his own laptop and mind.

Luke has tried to help him out only getting kicked out when the plan has loopholes and flaws in that risk any of us (me) to be put in danger.

Calum would constantly go in the office to bounce ideas of each other both wanting revenge on Noah for what he did. Granted he never hurt me, much, but the fact the threat and possibility was there was enough to send them both into constant spiral.

And finally Ashton goes into that room and it always equals a screaming match as Ashton doesn't understand why they don't just go and kill him. They never think this much about something and it was driving him mad. I saw it in his posture and eyes every time he walked past the sofa that's become my home the last few days.

Office door clear in view so I can see whenever Michael leaves. Not that he ever did.

"Fuck," I whispered as I rattled my brain for anyway I could help but it came up empty. There was nothing I could do. Soft clicks sounded from my laptop as I just tapped the mouse hoping for something to pop into my mind. I'm never idealess, even when I was starting on reporting on this gang, ideals flew out of me. I guess I just now didn't want to say anything negative about my family.

I knew deep in my mind that it was fear, fear that if I say the wrong thing Noah will come back after me. He took me away from Michael so easily before that he could do it again without so much of a trace or Michael knowing (especially since he's locked in his office). I had never noticed how much that had scared me deep down but behind half alone in his big apartment definitely set me into fight or flight mode.

The idea of telling Michael slipped in to my mind but I didn't want to add another burden to what he already has. I'm a grown woman I can get over this fear.

Morgan had been blowing up my phone in the spare room for the last view days but I haven't dared to answer. I have no idea how to explain my recent departure from him and the family, vowing to myself to do it to keep them safe. A brief message had been sent to Morgan and Alex letting them know I'll see them at 'dads' funeral but I have so much work I have to go out the country for. Actual bullshit.

I couldn't stand the thought of talking to them, speaking to them, even thinking of them since I've found out they aren't my birth family. Annoyingly it had shifted my feelings towards the two men, and even Amelia. It didn't even feel right anymore calling her mom even if Sarah weren't much of one to me, she's officially my mom.

There was even something deep in me that made me not want to go to my adoptive dad's funeral but I knew I had to. To say goodbye, to say goodbye to that life I had. This gang is my new life and family and hopefully my parents will become family and I can meet Mali.

I just felt unwanted and needing to find my place back in the world. The years of my life have been a lie to me and my safe space isn't really my safe space. Amelia was never going to tell me, weren't even fucked to tell me when 'dad' died. That revealed the person she was. I was going to stay living a lie.