The Escort

40 - Shit world

After packing up everything from his Suite, Michael made a quick stop in the bathroom and finished his last eight ball before tossing the wrap in the toilet, flushing it. He cleaned the counter and sink and licked his teeth, sniffling whilst adjusting the collar of his Armani suit.

He picked up his luggage and walked out to the hallway where Laura was waiting for him, ready to go get a cab to the airport.

"You sure you got everything?" She asked in her sweet voice and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his body to kiss her temple. "Got everything, babygirl."

She studied him, his eyes looked weird but overall he seemed perfect. She knew about what he was doing cause Bill laid it out to her on their flight over, but she refused to think he was that deep into it.

Which he was. He was in way too deep.

Once at the foyer, Saul approached them with a small smile and an unlit cigarette hanging out his mouth. "It's been brief but hectic, huh? Always a pleasure to see you, bro." He said, hugging Michael.

"Must admit it was cool runnin' into u. Never a dull moment." Jackson patted his back with a grin. After pulling away, they simultaneously slid on their respective shades and chuckled. They always raced to see which one of them did it faster, and it was always a tie.

Slash turned to Laura and bit his lip. "And if you ever get tired of this dimwit,  call me." He smirked teasingly and MJ wrapped an arm around her shoulders as she snickered. "Nah, she won't. Bye-bye now."

***
The Milan Malpensa was packed, being Italy's second busiest airport. Michael and Bill had already checked in without any inconvenience, which served to ease their nerves, but when it was Laura's turn, the counter staff checked the computer and held onto her passport whilst hushedly talking to security.

She looked over at her companions that were sitting down, waiting for her to finish, and shrugged. She couldn't understand what the problem was, cause all her papers were in order.

A sturdy man wearing a uniform approached her and firmly grabbed her arm, which caused Michael to jump out of his seat like a spring. "Yo, yo, man! Whatchu doin? Don't touch her." He hurried over, as another security officer intervened, placing a hand on his chest to hold him back. "The fuck's goin on?"

"Sir, please step back. We need to bring miss Carangi to the security room for further questioning."

Michael raised his hands kissing his teeth and took a step back. "A'ight, man, don't fuckin touch me, and I said don't touch her!"

Bill stood up quickly and hurried to speak to the counter staff in an attempt to find out what was happening.

Laura noticed how flustered her man was getting and tried to get his attention. "Michael, it's okay. Is there something wrong? Is it my passport?" She calmly asked the guy holding her arm, but he ignored her, listening to his radio for a little bit. Finally, he turned her around and cuffed her.

"Hey, what the fuck?!" Michael yelled lunging at them, but the officer next to him shoved him back, with made Michael push him harder. "Hands off motherfucker! Laura, wait!" He yelled as he watched his girl being escorted away.

The security guard pushed MJ again and he finally lost it. He jabbed the dude's jaw, making him fall to the ground, and he saw numerous other uniforms rushing towards him out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't care. He was absolutely out of himself, his high only fueling his violent demeanor. 

Bill's shouts proved to be useless as Jackson continued to make a tremendous scene in the middle of the venue, struggling to break free from the many hands, elbows, and knees that were viciously pressing against him.