Destined Our Unexpected Love (18+/BWWM) ( Final Chapters Coming Soon)Completed ✅

Chapter.19 BAD BLOOD(PT.1)

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"Goddamn it!!" Michael screamed as he hurled the cell phone across the room. It shattered against the wall.

"Shit, Michael, what the fuck?!" Chase said, after watching his 2016 Samsung Galaxy A8 cell phone fly through the air and smash against the wooden paneling in their usual dingy bar. "You're paying for that shit man, and you know Alicia freaks out when I don't call her every 15 minutes when I'm hanging out with you guys."

Michael ignored him. That was the fifth cell phone he had used that night trying to get in touch with Kayla. He still was upset with the fact that she wasn't at home earlier that day. If she wasn't with her dad, she could have found some type of way to get in touch with him. But nothing. No emails. No phone calls. No visits. Nothing.

Michael let his head fall against the table with a loud thud, knocking over the several bottles he had drained earlier that night. He was losing his fucking mind.

This was miserable. Fucking torture. He felt homicidal. Who the fuck did the Admiral think he was? He didn't know Michael if he thought that he would just turn his back on this special young woman who held his heart. Mind. Soul. No, the Admiral did not know him at all.

That was it, he had to see her. Tonight. Fuck anyone who tried to stop him.

He knew he was very drunk, but he didn't give a shit. He grabbed his keys and walked toward the door of the bar.

Deshawn followed. "Where the fuck are you going?" he asked.

Michael didn't answer. He just hopped into his Jeep and sped off. He prayed he wouldn't get pulled over. He would be in so much trouble if he got a DUI. And as much swerving as he was doing, a cop would definitely stop him. And since it was only about ten o'clock, he figured every officer was on the road tonight. But whatever.

He didn't know what he was going to do, but he had to see her. She was his family, the only family he now had since Troy had disowned him. That day had hurt, a few weeks back when the Admiral had considered him a disappointment. That had stung like nothing he had ever felt before.

He pulled up in their driveway for the second time that day. Or what he thought was the Admiral's driveway, and almost fell out of his Jeep. It had been a long time since he had been this shit faced, women could cause a man to do that from time to time. Never him though. Until Kayla 'fucking' Jackson!

He slowly and not so gracefully made it up the steps and beat on the front door.

At first, no one answered. He was about to pound again when Admiral Jackson answered the door wearing his black robe and reading glasses, his face sporting a frown.

"Michael, go home," he said to him as he opened the door.

"No. I need to see her now. Right fucking now!" Michael slurred.

Troy took in the state of the young man. His eyes were red, his hair disheveled and he was having a hard time standing straight. He had obviously had a rough night of drinking. Troy sighed and started to close the door.

Michael stuck his foot through the door and kicked it back open. The Admiral's eyes widened.

"Michael, go the fuck home now, before you get yourself in a lot of trouble!" Troy warned.

Michael shook his head, he knew he was losing it. He kept scanning over Troy's head looking down the hallway for Kayla. Then he looked back at Troy.