A single bullet // M.C ✔️

46

The tension was high as I just stood in front of Luke and Kensie. Turning up at their place at this time wasn't planned, but it was needed. I couldn't believe I just snapped at Michael like that, and as much as it felt good, there was fear deep down that he would retaliate somehow.

"Oh Nic, why would you do that?" Kensie muttered, pulling me towards her sofa after I had given them the brief rundown on why I was there and not tucked away in Michael's.

"I just lost it, Kensie. Everything has been building up inside me, and it just bubbled out," I had tried to explain it all to her, just watching as she would occasionally nod along or give her own point of view, that is, of course, until Michael phoned Luke, leading us to where we are now.

Luke was pacing with a hand deep in his hair, and Kensie was making a cup of coffee for me, listening to the one-sided conversation, muttering along and disagreeing with what was being said. I knew it wouldn't have been long before Michael called the blonde boyfriend of my best friend, but I had been hoping it would be slightly longer than it had been. Barely had I spoken a word.

"Michael-," Luke spoke before sighing and looking over at me. "Maybe she should- no, no, not for that- own space, Michael- can't be watched all the time- no, she won't go to the scene- will have work," my ears only picked up the important parts of the conversation before I crossed my arms. Will have work, my ass.

"Kens," I called over to the eavesdropping female, making her jump slightly, bringing my coffee over. "Can you help me out here?" I whispered softly, taking a sip of the caffeinated drink and sighing softly. "Use your magic powers on Luke," she rolled her eyes, sitting down next to me, pulling her legs and feet into Luke's sofa, and glancing at him.

"Whatever Michael says-,"

"Is bullshit, Kensie. Luke's also a leader, and they are equals. He can give me permission to have my own place. Not even out this building. We can sell our home, Kensie; you can move in here..." I interrupted. I was tired of everyone just seeing Michael as the leader and letting him please. There are four leaders in this gang, and Luke is one of them. "If he doesn't let me, I'll just go to Calum. He's bound to let me do this."

"It isn't that easy, Nicky," she muttered, keeping her voice low. "There are ranks, and what they do equals the rank. Luke's just the doctor of the four."

"Still a leader," my voice was firmer than it's been for a while as I stared her down. "I can't be near him, Kensie. What's so hard to understand?" I was begging now. Granted to the wrong person, but I knew if Kensie said yes, Luke would say yes; even if Michael said no. I could tell Kensie was at war in her own mind, and I needed to do it to win her over. I needed this just so I can go out by myself, actually leave this prison of a building. "It's suffocating, Kensie. I feel like I'm constantly on eggshells around him and that place. I shouldn't have to live like that, should I? You don't. I'm not asking to be an equal to you all but just a little space. I'll still be in a building with members." Desperation was clear on my features and body as I sat there, Kensie now glancing over at Luke.

I hadn't even realised the blonde was standing there with his phone still to his ear, just listening to me ramble and beg his girlfriend.

"Did you hear all that, Mike?" Fucking shit.

"I did, Luke," Michael's voice sounded from down the speaker harshly. "Set Princess up an apartment down the hall from us. She gets a place, but she doesn't get to go far." Suspense and suspicion were clear on all their faces (minus Michael; it was clear in his voice. "Do not fuck this up, Nicky."