A single bullet // M.C ✔️

69

"Are you ready?" I grabbed my leather jacket, threading my arms through the holes, setting it properly on my shoulders, nodding softly at Michael as he reached out to me.

Our hands locked together instantly as our sides connected like strong magnets.

"Are you okay?" I nodded, knowing he was referring to mine and Alex's conversation a few days ago. I had refused to even mutter a word about it, full of mixed emotions over it all and the whole situation. I felt odd over the reasons he gave for saving Michael but also pissed off over the fact it took so long; and if Michael knew. If he knew that he could have gotten the footage a lot easier and quicker, then hell would break loose, and I can't have that, not when I'm about to finally walk into this meeting with Unbroken and Crystal.

"Always am." I smiled, hiding my true emotions and feelings, pumping myself up for this whole thing. Michael had told me to dress smart but comfy, making me settle for my favourite black leather skirt and white leather jacket, Converse on my feet, and a simple black top. Going full dark approach.

Michael had gone for a different approach of smart black dress trousers and a black button-up with the top four buttons unhooked, revealing his chest. Rings littered his hands, and he had a few bracelets on his wrists, shining under the lights.

"I want you to have this." He walked over to his desk, sliding the bottom open and picking up a familiar item. A gun. Slowly, he walked back over to me, holding it and checking that it was loaded, holding it out sideways to me, "for protection." Was all he said, making me reach out and grab the cool metal beneath my fingertips, grasping it tightly. With an arm straight, I aimed at the wall behind Michael, no desire to shoot or pull the trigger but to just examine the machine that is now mine.

"To keep?" My arm fell down, pulling my jacket away from my stomach, and sliding the gun into the inner pocket, feeling a new weight pull it down. Michael's own hands reached towards me, grabbing the collar of my jacket and straightening it so it weren't wonky and looked odd, disguising the fact that there was something heavy on my person.

"It is."

"Why?" I quizzed, letting him adjust my jacket, shrugging so it lay right on my arms.

"Because I need to know you'll be okay. I don't know what they are planning or what this is about, only that they needed us both."

"Do you think this is dangerous?"

"There's a possibility, Nic," his voice shook slightly as he spoke, showing me how he was feeling. Nervous and anxious, overthinking in his mind every possibility that could happen, and I knew; most of them included me.

"I'll be fine. I know how to shoot." I don't know if I was trying to calm my mind down or his, but it didn't work. Michael nodded once, glancing to the side at the clock, seeing it was the dreaded time.

"Let's go, darling."

Crystal stood tall and proud in her shimmering silver dress, littered with jewels and sparks up and down the waistline.

"You made it!" She clapped once before grimacing, "a bit underdressed, I may add," her eyes lingered on my simple outfit, making me scowl.

Before I had a single chance to snap at the female, Michael spoke calmly, rolling his eyes, "when did I ever dress up, Crystal? Don't attack Nicky for it; she looks good."

"Oh, Michael, I never said she didn't look good," her heels slammed against the two marble steps as she walked down, now right in front of me.

"Just he won't be happy..."

"He can grow up." Michael smiled, tilting his head to the side, reaching back for my hand, locking them tightly together, barely glancing at me, reminding me of our agreement.