A Team M.C.

Intrusions

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Michael's POV
2 weeks later

Blair had been with me for over two weeks now. To say things were going smoothly would be a lie. The first day Blair hadn't show up to work there had been multiple phone calls containing serious threats to her if she hadn't shown up that week.

Unfortunately it took more than a quick trip to Verizon to deactivate her phone and also included a hammer and lots of broken pieces. Last week the men that worked for the club showed up at Blair's old apartment and completely trashed the place. I could only see the mess through a computer screen but I knew it was bad enough. Just a few days ago fire trucks were racing to put out the apartment that had been set ablaze but they were too late. I would never tell her that her apartment had been set on fire and everything she had once owned was completely destroyed.

I sighed as I tossed and turned for the millionth time tonight. I had to figure out our next step and quickly. I pushed the blankets back with an aggravated sigh and slowly walked out of my room and down the hall, pausing to listen at Blair's door. I jumped as a loud knock could be heard downstairs. Quickly I raced back to my room to search through my dresser and find the small handgun. Once I retreated from my room and started making my way down the stairs the knock came again.

"Mikey?" Blair's small voice spoke up as I stood at the top step. I quickly looked back and hid the gun.

"Hey- go back in your room please." I said remaining calm as to not scare her.

"Who is it?" She said, her eyes wide and innocent.

"I'll find out. Go back in and lock the door, baby." I soothed.

"But-alright." She said before taking her bottom lip between her teeth.

"It's going to be okay-" I stopped mid sentence as the knock echoed through the house. "Don't open this door until you hear my voice."

She nodded before quickly going back in her room. I stood at the top of the stairs before hearing the door lock.

Once again a more urgent knock came from the door. I had hoped that if I had waited long enough the person would have just given up but considering I lived away from the city I knew this wasn't just a drunk passerby.
I tried to cock the gun quietly as I looked out the peak hole.

"What the fucking hell?" I whispered angrily as I threw the door open.

"Hey nephew!" Boss said as he causally strolled into my house.

"What the fuck Chris?" I shouted. "Are you crazy?"

"Yes, but that's not why I'm here." His smirk changed to a cold hard expression.

"Well, then what do you want? You can't just storm to my house with no warning! What the hell are you thinking?" I pressed my blood still boiling.

"I'm sorry. I should have called but I didn't have time-"

"Didn't have time!" I shouted throwing my hands in the air in annoyance. "I thought you were someone after Blair!"

"I'm not but if we don't get out of here in the next two hours then there will be some here for her." He said causing my jaw to drop.

"What are you talking about?" I snapped.

He sighed before looking around. I just realized that my uncle had actually never been to my house before.

"I'm talking about them getting a lead on where you live. Now, it's not certain that they will find your house but just to be sure and ensure the safety of the girl, you've both got a flight to catch in an hour." He spoke causing my eyes to go wide.

"An hour?" I spoke.

"Yes. Now, I know you and how much you worry so you're flying on the jet instead of a public plane. Go get the girl and get some stuff. You've got forty five minutes." He said before patting me on the back and walking out of my house. "Oh and pack lightly!" He shouted over his shoulder.

I looked at the plane tickets that he had left in my hand and couldn't help but smile.

JFK to SYD International
Departure 3:45am

I was finally going home.