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♡Bloodshed|Part Three♡

Michael.

My eyes went wide, and my blood ran cold. Frank stood there, staring at me.

"You...found...her assassin?" I began to tear up slightly.

"Yes," he responded. "In fact, he's down at the police station right now," he continued. "The detectives had gotten to work straight away. They matched the bullet to this man's gun," he gulped. "And he...he doesn't feel any remorse for what he's done,"

My blood slowly began to boil. I was furious.

"He's at the police station?" I raised an eyebrow. "I want to see him,"

"Mike, I don't know if-"

"I want to see him," I repeated, doing my best to keep my voice firm. "I want to see him now,"

Frank studied me for a few seconds before letting out a sigh of defeat.

"I'll take you there,"

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Frank had driven me to the station, and as soon as we had arrived - I got out quickly. Slamming the door shut, I walked into the building. Frank followed as I made my way over to the main desk.

"I want to see him," I growled.

The female receptionist frowned at me. "Sir, I'm afraid you'll have to be a bit more specific to-"

"Nathan," Frank intervened. "Mr. Jackson, here, would like to see Nathan Smith,"

"Nathan," I spat the name out, shaking my head.

"Right," the receptionist stood up, leading us to the back. "Follow me,"

Frank and I followed the woman until she came to a stop - outside of a small room. There was a glass window, so I got to see the man inside. I clenched my jaw when the young lady opened the door.

"I'll...be outside if you need anything," her eyes lingered on me before walking away.

I burst into the room angrily. Nathan was a buff man, a man that looked cynical. He looked heartless. Wearing a small smirk on his face, he studied me as I looked at him.

"You must be the husband of this...(Y/N)," he remarked darkly. Frank walked in, clearly tense. "Now, what have you come here for?"

I narrowed my eyes, snarling a little. I wanted to rip his face off. This individual was no man, he was a monster.

"You bastard!" I growled, clenching my fists.

"Relax," Frank touched my arm, but I pulled away. "You could get charged if you hit him. He's not worth it,"

"She was sweet, wasn't she?" Nathan chuckled. "Had the eyes of an angel," he grinned an evil grin. "Innocent, too,"

"Shut up," I tried my best to keep my composure. "Don't ever talk about her, you son of a bitch,"

"Mike," Frank shook his head, but I paid no attention to him.

"You know, I regret the fact that I missed the first shot," he focused on me. "I intended to kill her right away-"

I stepped forward, punching Nathan's face hard. He fell to the floor, and his nose was bleeding profusely. I got down on my knees, gripping his neck with my hands. His face began to turn purple as I pressed harder - intending to crush his breathing pipe.

"Mike!" Frank tried to pull me off, however - he failed. "Mike, don't! You'll kill him!"

"He deserves to die," I clenched my jaw. "I want to see the light leave his eyes," my eyes began to tear up.

Nathan tried to pry my hands away from his neck, but he was unsuccessful.

Just as he began to fall uconscious, I felt several men pull me back. When I turned my head, I saw that they were police officers.

"Let me go!" I exclaimed, but they continued to hold me back. The harder I tried, the more they stopped me.

"Mike!" Frank cleared his throat. "Leave it alone," he looked into my eyes. "He's not worth it,"

~•♡•~

After leaving the police station without any charges, Frank had dropped me back at Neverland before he said his goodbyes. He made me promise not to try anything stupid, and I gave him my word.

However, I didn't know whether my words would prove to be truthful or not.

Janet and the kids were in the living room when I walked in. She noticed me and stood up, making her way over to me as Delia and Isabella played together on the floor.

Instantly, Janet noticed my bloody hands. Her eyes widened as she looked back up at me.

"What the hell happened?" she raised an eyebrow.

"I saw the son of a bitch that was (Y/N)'s assassin," I growled, still angry.

"Oh shit," she shook her head. "Please tell me that you didn't kill him," she bit her lip.

"I didn't," I responded. "But I almost did. I would have, if it hadn't been for those police officers,"

"Michael," she sighed, shaking her head. "Listen, I know that you're hurt...but you need to be smarter. One wrong move, and you can be thrown in jail,"

"I know," I let out a breath before continuing. "Stay here with Delia and Isabella," I whispered. "I'm going upstairs to rest,"

~•♡•~
"

Michael!" (Y/N) called as I ran after Janet. Mac, Janet, (Y/N), and I were all playing with water balloons - and the day was perfectly sunny, working to our advantage.

I stopped chasing Janet, turning around to look at my beautiful wife. Raising an eyebrow, I set my hands on my hips as I walked up to her. She had her hands behind her back, making me curious.

"What do you have behind your back?" I inquired.

"Nootthiiinngg," she grinned as I got closer. A part of me knew what she was going to do. Finally, when I was a few inches away from her - she revealed her hands, throwing a water balloon at me. Up until present moment, I had been dry.

"No!" I laughed.

"I love you!" she kissed my cheek before running off. She was beautiful, and she was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

~•♡•~

I awoke with a start, breathing heavily. I glanced at my wrist watch, and noted that I had only been asleep for an hour. It took me a few minutes to realize that it was all a dream. The memory of (Y/N)'s face in my mind made me sad. I would never get to see her in person again.

My heart became heavy as I turned my head to look at the photo frame that was seated on the bedside table.

Our wedding photo.

The tears began to stream down my face as I felt my heart sink. I loved (Y/N), and I was never going to get over her.

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