Gangland: The Resurrection of Melbourne's Underworld {M.G.C}

The Drive

A/N: Smut warning, there'll be a few future chapters containing smut. So I'll put a note at the start of the chapter so you know when it's coming xx

Stella

Just like Calum said, we arrived at the spot where he had arranged or a get away car for us half an hour later. It was on a deserted road, just near the freeway that would lead us to Horsham, where Michael and I would be heading to hide out for the next few days.
Michael and I jumped out of the car and Calum handed us our bags that held everything we needed for our little adventure, "I have these for you as well," Calum began, handing us little plastic cards, with a photo on them
"What are these?" I asked
"Fake drivers licences," he said, "you'll need them in case the cops pull you up on the drive to Horsham,"
"Where are we headed after Horsham?" I asked, not really knowing anything
"Most likely Adelaide," I nodded, "Horsham is the half way point between here and there,"
"Where are we going after that?" I know I was asking quite a few stupid questions, but I didn't know the answers, and I had a right to know
"You'll catch a flight to Sydney, and then to Dallas, Texas, before you make your way to New Orleans to meet up with Luke Hemmings," he explained
"And we're not going straight towards Sydney now because?"
"Because they'll expect you to go there, the further out of the way you travel the harder it will be for your families to track you down,"
"Okay," I sighed
"So this is where I leave you two," Calum said. I'd noticed that Michael had been silent the whole car ride and the whole time Calum and I were conversing about our travel plans
"Alright," I said, "thank you, for everything," I told him, "I really appreciate it,"
"It's nothing. Look I better go, my phones in my pocket and its vibrating like crazy," he said
"Alright," I nodded, I gave him a quick hug, picked up my bag and headed over to the black Nissan Skyline. Michael said his goodbyes to Calum and followed me over
"You ready?" He spoke for the first time since we left the crash sight
"As I'll ever be," I told him, he unlocked the car and jumped into the drivers seat, "you sure you're right to drive?" I asked, he looked more banged up then I did, "you look worse than I do,"
"Yeah," he nodded, he put the key in the ignition and started up the car commonly used in drag races, "try and sleep," he told me, "it's a long as fuck drive to Horsham,"
"I might have a concussion," I explained, "so that's not happening,"
"True, well try and relax, we have a long drive and crappy radio music,"
"Well I have my iPod," I told him, pulling it out of my handbag, using the cigarette lighter in the car so we could use it
"You've probably got shitty music," he said
"Well if you call Greenday and All Time Low shit then your loss,"
"I take what I said back then," he laughed

We drove most of the way in silence, the sounds of Greenday quietly filling the air. Being a passenger in a car where the driver refused to say anything was bad, and not having my iPhone to pass the time by scrolling through social media made it all the worse. I turned to face Michael and saw that he was bleeding out quite profusely from one of cuts on his head, "pull over, I'm driving," I demanded
"No," he stated firmly, "we've only got an hour and a half to go,"
"Mikey," I warned, letting his high school nickname slip, "you're bleeding badly," he took one hand off the wheel and touched his face
"What did you just call me?" He asked, ignoring what I said about him bleeding
"Nothing," I tried to cover the slip up
"You called me Mikey, you haven't called me that since year ten," he said, calling me out on my miss spoken words
"Well considering we've barely spoken two words to each other since then until about a week ago," I shrugged, "now look, you're fucking bleeding
"Look, nothing," he said
"Other side dick head," he did the same thing, he removed his hand and looked at it
"Oh fuck," he said, when he saw the blood. He went to pull over, and stopped the car, "there's a first aid kit thing in the boot," he told me. And I jumped out of the car to retrieve it, I walked over to the drivers side and opened the door. He undid his seat belt and swung his legs around so that they were hanging out the door, and turned to face me
"This might sting a little," I told him, getting an antiseptic wipe ready
"Ow, fuck!" He groaned, "that fucking stings,"
"Shut up, will you? And stop whining, we need to get on the road again and fast,"
"Ow fuck," he groaned again, "I can't help it Stel, it stings,"
"Can I just get it done so we can get back on the road?" I groaned, "we should get you to a hospital, this looks worse than it is,"
"No fucking way Stella! No hospitals, do you know how fucking risky that would be?"
"Okay fine, can I just get this done?"
"Fine," he gave in, "I'll stop the whining, but talk to me to distract me from the utter discomfort of what you're doing,"
"Sure," I gave in
"Why do you hate me so much?" I asked him, starting the conversation
"What makes you think I hate you?" He asked, "and don't say year ten, because you have no fucking clue what happened,"
"Well then tell me what happened," I said, "because that's exactly why I think you hate me,"
"Why would I have even thought of including you in on this if I hated you Stel?" He asked, placing his hands on my hips. I stopped what I was doing and looked at him
"I don't know, because we haven't spoken I so long,"
"There's a reason for that," he told me, grabbing one of my hands
"What's the reason?" I asked
"I can't tell you yet," he sighed, I pulled my hand away from his and continued, wiping the blood away
"That's what you said on Monday," I told him
"I know," he said, trying to grab my hand again, and when I wouldn't let him, he wrested it back on my hip again, "but I'll tell you when the times right,"
"What ever," I told him, "can I finish this off now?"
"Sure," he nodded, moving his hands from my hips and wrapped them around my waist pulling me closer, so I was standing in between his legs.
I grabbed cotton swab from the first aid kit and placing it on his head, holding it in place with some tape, "all done," I told him, closing the first aid kit up
"Thanks," he smiled up at me