A single bullet // M.C ✔️

45

Ok Nicky, come on you can ask. You're not a child you can ask Michael if you can go out and see your family... the same family you told someone was beating someone up. Fuck it. My lip was bitten raw as I just stood staring at his guest room door, I knew he was in there under strict commands of Luke to 'finally fucking rest up' as I was under strict command of 'make sure he actually does,' as if I can stop the guy.

A small creak snapped me out my thoughts as I just stared wide eyed at the now open door housing a topless Michael, his bandage on show.

"You going to actually say something or just lurk outside my room?" He snapped before flinching moving his hand to grip at his shoulder "you're in my clothes,"

"I am," I stated reaching up and gently pressing against his shoulder causing a small hiss to leave past his lips but he made no move to back away, no move to snap and tell me to get off. He just stayed. "Technically this isn't your room either, yours is down the corridor."

"It's mine while you're here," I smiled at his words nodding once and shuffling my weight keeping my hand still. Did I really want to possibly ruin this good mood? "Now tell me what you want," his voice was now a whisper and his eyes the softest I have ever seen them. He looked like a young Michael, just a sense of sensitivity clear on his features as if he didn't live the life he has.

"Can we talk?" I matched his tone to not send him into flight mode or worse fight mode. The decision had been made to have a chat with him and just drop in what I want in the middle of it and pray it makes the outcome better.

"We are aren't we?" He stepped back causing my hand to fall before gesturing to his bed "after you," I did a mock courtesy before walking over to his bed sinking into the messed up blanket "Luke said I can't really leave my bed as it has the most support," he sat next to me, back straight against the black leather headboard that he had stacked pillows against for extra comfort. "So if you want to actually chat we have to chat here, sorry about the mess." My eyes voluntarily rolled at them words as they scanned the clean room, only a few clothes and empty bottles were next to his bed.

"Shut up," I scoffed, I had left his room more messy than this with the dress left on the floor and my phone chucked on the bed. The dress, questions were burning the tip of my tongue as I wanted to ask whose dress did I wear tonight, why was it such a big deal? Why does he still have it? But no vowels and words formed and left my lips as I just looked at him, I believed deep in me he would tell me when he was ready; whenever that is.

He isn't as reserved as you would think seeing him, you just have to grow on him.

"Do-," I couldn't do it, the look in his eye told me all, he was stressed and didn't want anything else thrown into it even as he tried to hide it from prying eyes. "Do you think I can do another article for work?"

"You're asking me if you can work?" His eyebrow shot up in confusion as I nodded mentally face palming at the dumb question I chose to say.

"Yeah, Luke could give me a new assignment or I could do another article on this gang. I'm itching to do one Mike,"

"Ask Luke," he muttered shaking his head before using his hand to brush his fringe out his eyes "I'm not your boss,"

"No but you are Luke's," I pointed out rotating my body to face his stretched out one more. "I have to create something I'm going stir crazy, loosing my touch."

"You didn't have any touch darling,"

"Fuck off," I blurted out before remembering who I was speaking to covering my mouth "sorry," quickly left my parted lips as I just stared at Michael waiting for his expression and tone to turn harsh as he tells me 'to get the fuck out his room'.