Lace Underwear | m.c

Chapter 6.

I woke up to a loud knock against the front door. Crawling over to Michael's side to get him up I discovered it was empty. I shot up in bed and went to the bottom of the stairwell.

I heard a conversation being held in the doorway, but I couldn't make it out. I heard Michael's voice, but the other voice was inaudible. I was curious, so I let my bare feet hit the cold tile floor of the kitchen.

"Michael, who is it?" I asked while pouring myself some coffee. "Are you going to be polite and let them in? Don't be rude." I said with a low giggle.

"Uh, yeah. Sir would you like to come in?" I heard Michael ask polity.

Who would he be calling, sir? I heard the door close and the two of them walk into the kitchen taking a seat. I didn't look over and just fixed the guest a cup of coffee and brought it over, setting it down in front of them.

The fancy uniform and pins caught my eye. I looked at the guest and noticed it wasn't a guest at all. My breath hitched and I was in complete shock at who was in front of me. I smiled widely.

"Hello Bailey." My dad said, standing up and embracing me tightly.

I hugged back instantly and smiled even wider.

"They said you were dead!" I said while a tear rolled down my face. He pulled away and looked at me.

"Take a seat." He said before sitting down himself.

I pulled out a chair and sat down, sipping my coffee. He talked about combat and how he ended up getting deserted and how he managed to somehow find his way back. He explained how he got home and my mom told him that I left school to be with Michael and how she thinks I'm the most irresponsible child there is. He then found out where Michael lived and drove here to see me again.

"I'm with your mom on this one though sweetie, leaving school and home to be with a guy is very dumb. I'm sure Michael here is a swell guy, but you had plans to become-" My father started to say but I cut him off.

"To become what my parents wanted me to become. Not something I wanted to do or remotely thought about once." I said with an attitude.

He sighed. "Just know I'm back healthy and alive. I'm not going anywhere because I've retired so I'll be home for the most part. I can't stop you from doing reckless things at this point." He smiled small.

"Thank you dad. I've missed you a lot. Maybe we can go for breakfast?" I asked him.

"Bailey, we have to go to the gym remember. We've been working on fitness lately." Michael said to my dad.

"Sounds like a good thing to do. Dinner sometime when you can." My dad said.

I walked him to the door and gave him another tight squeeze. "I love you." I said gently.

"I love you too." He said smiling.

Michael shook his hand politely and we waved goodbye as he walked to his car. I shut the door and turned to Michael.

"He hates me." Michael blurted out.

"If he did, he would have politely told you that you are bad for me. He didn't. He just doesn't know you." I said shrugging.

"So the gym idea I said. We won't be training today. I know you are defiantly not ready for this, but sometimes just throwing you into the ring teaches you better." Michael explained while rushing me up the steps.

He bent down to the carpeted floor and forced out a medium sized bag from under the bed. Opening it there was some handguns, bullets and knives.

"What the hell is this Michael? You're just going to put me into a gang fight?" I looked at him disgusted. "I've never shot a gun in my life. Maybe a paintball gun, but even that I aimed really bad." I said sitting down on the bed.

He completely ignored me and pulled out long cases and opening them. They were just more guns, but much bigger ones. "You're simply going to have to learn by doing it." He said shrugging.

"You're a fucking psychopath! I'm not leaving this house. I'm not going to go on your little parties of killing. Nope, it's not-" I started screaming, but was cut off.

"Just shut up! Do you just ever shut up? Jesus Christ Bailey you're going to have an anxiety attack. Just calm the fuck down." He said sighing and pushing the guns by the doorway.

Baby, do you reckon I want to get you hurt in any way? I truly don't intend on doing that. You signed up for this by turning down the offer to California. I'll explain everything. Just go get dressed." He said and kissed my cheek.

My heart raced at his actions and what he called me. "We aren't dating." I stated getting up.

"Oh, so that kiss last night meant nothing? Oh, you were crazy last night in your sleep. What were you wet dreaming? Whatever you were doing it made me excited." Michael stated with a smirk.

I could feel my face getting red by the seconds. "I'm happy you had fun last night, Clifford." I said, walking into the closet to get my new change of clothes. All I heard was chuckling and back to the guns.

After my shower, I dressed in jeans and a loose fitting top. I walked back into the room and Michael was packing the guns up.

"Tell me what's going on." I said and took a seat on the bed.

"Tons of things are. You see this gang from the south never has liked us one bit, but once they thought you were a sex slave they want to take us down. You're a target now and the first spot they'll be looking is here. If they get a hold of you then they'll claim you for their own sex slave because, you know, sharing is caring." Michael said with a small chuckle.

"I'm not a sex slave though. I've never done those things." I said shrugging.

"I know. So the plan is to get out of here and go to a safe house I have but we always need to be prepared. It's not as easy as it sounds. They have us under a watch. Rumor has it that they are coming tonight." He explained while getting up and grabbing our suitcases.

"Pack up a lot of things. I don't have a clue how long we are going to be there. Could be weeks, could be months. I had Mark pack it up with food so we are good." Michael said while throwing stuff into his suitcase.

I stayed silent and packed up my bag. "What do you imagine is going to happen?" I asked while zipping up my third bag.

"World war 3 is going to break loose. They're going to come here first. Break stuff trying to get to us. Then after that the warehouse because they'll think we are there. Shooting will happen. They'll back out once they notice we aren't even there. After that they'll be searching for us. I just pray that they won't find us." Michael said with a big sigh.

I nodded and helped him carry everything to the car.

"We have to stop somewhere first." He said taking a gun out and loading it up with bullets.

"W-Where?" I asked.

"Just an old friend's place." He said shrugging.

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We were driving for a half and hour before we got to this friend's house.

"Bailey, I want you to remain in the car. Mark is right here. He'll stay with you." Michael began pointing to Mark's car. "Do you remember a kid named Luke at the party?" Michael asked me. I responded by nodding. "Well, he's part of the gang, but recently he's not been coming to meetings and he said he quit. He also told the south you're a sex slave. I just need to take care of something." Michael said, smiling softly and walking to Luke's door knocking and walking in with the gun on his hip.

Mark came into the car with me.

"What's going on?" I asked to scared to say anything above a whisper.

"Michael is finishing business with Luke. I'll take care of things after he's done and you'll be on your way to the hideout." Mark said calmly.

I heard screaming and a gunshot. I jumped slightly in my seat and got out running to the door and walking in seeing the body on the floor.