Love At First Fight (Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

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"Wakey, wakey," a voice echoes through my mind as my eyes stay shut.

"This is not a good idea," another man says. 

"Fuck off," the vile voice begins, "You work for me. You don't get to say what you think is a good idea and what's not!" he grits, "Wake up, bitch!" he yells, and I feel something hard come in contact with my cheek, whipping my head to the side and my eyes open slowly. 

"What do you fucking want," I groan, letting my head flop backwards, too tired to keep it up myself. 

"I wanted you to wake up, did you not get the drift?" Adam grins, folding his arms. I shift my eyes to the man who's off to the side. He looks sorrowed. 

"Your friend doesn't think this is a good idea," I smirk. Adam quickly steps forward to give the same contact he had earlier, now making me realize that it was just his cold, hard hand. 

"He's not my fucking friend!" he spits in my face, making me close one eye from his saliva, "He's my henchman and what I say goes." 

"Henchman?" I smirk, trying to keep my cockiness, "That's kind of immature. You're not a villain in a Disney movie." I laugh, and his 'henchman' smirks as well. 

"Shut up!" Adam yells, looking between the both of us, "Just shut up!" 

"Why should I?" I sigh, wincing from the throbbing pain at the side of my head, "You already have me here," I murmur, realizing that my hands are tied behind my back as I sit on a very uncomfortable chair, "What else could you possibly do." 

He grins evilly,  just like the Joker, and I arch a brow as he steps towards me with both hands on his hips. 

"I could kill you." 

*

"Pick up, pick up, PICK UP!" Michael yells as he rushes out the doors of the hospital. 

"Hello?" a sweet voice answers. 

"Julie, I need your help," he says breathlessly, hopping in his black Mercedes. 

"Michael?" she asks concerned. 

"Did Marco have any ties to the mob?" he asks quickly. 

"My ex-husband Marco?" she asks too slow for Michael and he grits his teeth to keep from rushing her. 

"Yes, Marco your ex-husband, does he have any connection to the mob?" he asks even quicker. 

"Just because he's Italian doesn't mean that he has connections to the mob." Julie laughs, the same thing Jamie said to Joseph. 

"So there's no possibility whatsoever that he knew anybody who could've had even the slightest bit of connection." he speeds, whipping around the corner of the street. 

"No, he doesn't... Michael, what's going on?"

Michael swallows loudly as he speeds down the street and a bead of sweat drips down his forehead. 

*

"You're not going to kill me," I scoff, with a slight choke, "You claim to love me, so why would you kill me?" 

"That's all I'm saying," Adam's guy mumbles on the side. 

"What did I tell you?!" Adam spits, whipping his head towards him, "Go watch the door or some shit, I don't need you here for this."

The man rolls his eyes and walks towards the door before Adam slowly looks back at me. 

"I do love you. It's not a claim." 

"Some claim!" I guffaw gruffly, still feeling my voice rasp, "Michael is the one who really loves me. You... you're a sorry excuse for a man." 

"No!" he screams, holding his fists at his sides like a toddler, making a smile tug at the corners of my mouth, "I love you, and if I can't have you, then nobody can." 

The realization sets in and I try not to let it show on my face. 

He really is going to kill me. 

Well, shit. 

This would be a good time for you to come in, Michael. 

Or even my Father. Ugh, my Father. He could swoop in too, with some sort of trick up his sleeve. He always had a way of saving the day. That would be helpful right now. 

"It's really not hard to be a nice guy, Adam," I swallow, trying to stay cocky through my fear that he could try to kill me at any moment. 

"I am nice." he grits and I roll my eyes. 

"This is not what I would call nice," I sigh, "Where are the roses? Where's the chocolate? No nice date? No candlelit dinner?" 

"You're living in a story," he smirks and I roll my eyes. 

"Then the story must have Michael in it because that's what he gives me. That, and tons of HAWT sex." I emphasize, throwing my head back. I look back up to literally see steam flying out of Adam's ears, and it makes me light up with happiness. 

"Obviously he's too good to be true because that is not realistic." 

"I don't think you're going to kill me," I shrug as best as I can, "I mean, you love me. You've followed me everywhere. Why kill me now? You could've done it so many times before. Plus, if you were going to kill me, I'd assume you'd have done it already." 

"I'm waiting," he murmurs, starting to walk towards me as if I'm his prey.

"For what? A sign?" I smirk, shaking my head as I tremble with fear, "Because if you need one, this is it: don't kill me." I smile, but it fades quickly as he leans down to face me. 

"I'm waiting for Michael to get here," he smiles evilly, and my heart drops, "Because when he arrives, and I know he will, I'm going to kill him too." 

"What has he done to you?" I whisper, trying to hide my nerves. 

"Oh, nothing," he smirks, leaning in to kiss my lips, making me wince, "It's what you've done to me." 

"So why are you going to kill Michael?" I ask slowly, trying to keep my voice from shaking. 

"So that you can watch." 

*

"Julie," Michael swallows, wiping the sweat from his forehead, "Adam took Jamie and I don't know where she is." he chokes, trying to keep his tears down. 

"Oh no," she gasps. There's a moment of silence between the two before Julie breathes in sharply, "Marco is apart of the police force," she says quickly. 

"Really?" Michael says hopefully, "Can you call him to get his guys to find Jamie." 

"Yes of course. Thank you for telling me Michael," she sighs appreciatively and hangs up before Michael can say another word.