"Are you kidding me, what the hell was that?"
Flynn was pacing around, throwing his hands in the air. Michael lived in a small apartment in the worst possible part of London, but it was something that in a very weird way reminded him of the places he was used to back in NY, that’s why he’d chosen it.
Flynn had warned him he’d eventually have to move out from there and somewhere closer to the group, but for now, this worked well. Michael lived alone- he always had, and he and Flynn had agreed to avoid meeting just the two of them unless something really big was going on.
Judging by the tantrums Flynn was throwing, the big thing had happened.
“I can’t believe you told them your actual name and ...and the cop thing, I mean…” Flynn ran a hand absently through his hair and immediately pulled it back, probably scraping the burn Killian had made earlier. Now that he saw it better, Michael noticed it was quite deep. The man wasn’t kidding.
Michael propped himself on the edge of the table- his apartment didn’t have much anyway- a small bed with a nightstand, and the kitchen consisted of a table with two chairs and the usual household utensils.
He was pretty sure the dishwasher didn’t work, but neither did he know how to cook, nor did he eat in any way.
In a nutshelll- this was a shithole.
He'd seen worse, but not by much.
Michael preferred it that way, he never needed much, since he never knew how much time he’d have on a place, and packing wasn’t something he’d have time for in case of an emergency. He also wasn’t sentimental. Flynn eventually stopped walking around like a caged animal and sagged in the nearest wooden chair.
Michael glanced around in search of his cigarettes and when he didn’t see them anywhere near, he just decided to direct his attention elsewhere, and not to the raising need to just be left alone and put his thoughts together. Too much was going on for him, and that didn’t include only the task at hand.
“Well, “ Michael tried, “whatever it was, I got to go with him, this is what we wanted, right? Get closer to the guy , so that we can have more on Richard. “
“This is too risky and dangerous. The plan was for you to just be introduced to them today. Maybe get you to run a few errands here and there, not to.. “
“But that’s even better, right?”
“I...I don’t know. “
Flynn folded his arms and bit his thumb. “Killian’s unpredictable, you saw that for yourself today. How do you know he won’t just go off and shoot you?”
Michael shrugged.
“I don’t. “
Flynn groaned and leaned further in his chair.
“Jesus. You guys all from the CIA are insane, aren’t you? “
“More or less. But I guess it’s not much different with MI6, right?”
His new partner said thoughtfully.
“No, actually now that you mention it, there are a few psychos here and there. “
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, there’s always one in the pair. “
“It’s me in ours, then. “ Michael said and this time they both laughed.
“What do you think the task will be?” he asked after a while.
“No idea. As far as I know, Killian doesn’t have bodyguards or anything, let alone someone he takes around with. “
“No? What about the older guy, today, “ Michael asked, “He seemed quite, you know…”
“Overprotective? Yeah, that’s Garrey.”
Michael shifted. He’d wanted to ask about the man ever since they left the office, and he could swear the man seemed to be watching every single step everyone in the room made. But there was something different about the way he never let Killian’s moves go unnoticed.
“Garrey? Who’s he? There wasn’t anything in the information I was present with before coming here. And I’d remember if there were.”
He tried to sound casual, nothing in his tone betraying what he’d noticed and that maybe his curiosity wasn’t just something to do with the job.
No, he wasn’t jealous, or anything- that would be beyond absurd, but he preferred to know more.
Flynn dropped his arms and draped one over the armrest of the chair.
“He’s an ex-agent, just like he told you. “
“And everyone knows that. “
“Naturally. “
“How do they know he’s not on the force still? “
Flynn looked at him amused.
“No, right- he’s probably known Richard all his life. “
“Yeah, Mike. And Garrey’s more of the kind of guy you never want to cross. “
“Like Killian. “
“Like Killian. “
“Do you know what he wants me for? “
“It could be anything, “Flynn said, “ From taking you to get his car washed, to ordering you to shoot someone. “
Michael must've made a face because Flynn hurried to explain.
“Well, you saw him today. “
“Yeah. “
“Look, the thing with Killian is he was raised by Richard. “
“Raised?’
“Well, yeah. They say he took him in when Killian was like fourteen- fifteen, or something... “
“Took him, from where?”
“I don’t know, Mike. But Garrey is Richard’s right-hand man, I’d assume he’d send him to watch over his most valuable asset. “
“And his successor. “
Michael offered.
“Yeah, especially over his successor.“
They looked at each other and their eyes met. Michael felt like all his fears were confirming. Killian wasn’t just Richard’s protege, just as his boss back in the US had said. Everything was getting worse and worse by the second.
“Well, I guess I’ll soon find out, “ he said eventually.
“Just be careful, all right. “ Flynn wriggled in his seat, most likely interpreting his mood wrongly. “We can't have you get killed in the first month of your work, you know. Doesn’t speak well about us in MI6, okay?”
“I can’t promise. “
“Nah, you won’t get away that easy, we’re just starting. “
Flynn pushed away from his seat and got up, still smiling.
”Right. I’ll be going. Call me if anything happens, okay. “
“Okay. “
Flynn was already heading towards the front door when Michael said.
“Hey, Flynn?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks. “
The guy glanced back at him and winked.
“Nothing to thank me for, that’s why we’re partners. I’ll see you around. “
“Yeah, you too. “
Michael followed to see him off, trying not to think what would happen next.
For the first time since he’d come here, he felt that things might work out, and he wasn’t on the other side of the world without knowing whether there would be a tomorrow.
One never knew, especially in the world he lived in, but Flynn looked like someone he could count on, even if the guy didn’t agree with his ways.
Killian was a different thing, though, and Michael braced himself and the idea he was going to meet him again sooner than he was ready for.
One can never be ready for Killian.
Mike stared at the screen. But he didn’t spend too much time doing so, because the moment he realized what had just happened, he threw the phone away, not caring where it landed, and looked out of the window. Killian was actually downstairs, looking up at his room, smoking. He. was. there. Mike rested his elbows in the window rail and Killian looked up. His wolf jumped inside him, shouting all kinds of things, but Mike ignored it, because his mind was going crazy just fine on its own without the wolf. Killian was a dark figure in the middle of the road, just one of the many figures among the others passing by, despite the late hour, at the same time so different from them. Mike’s neighborhood was one of the worst, run down buildings and all kinds of scums and gangs were hanging in around there. Although the most dangerous ones out there were probably him and Killian . Killian was watching him, and Mike smiled at him. He pushed away from the window and grabbed his jack
“Right, “Garrey said, “now that we are all here, we will brief you on the latest changes, and if you have any questions, ask Clifford, he will give you the details on the weapon exchange and…” And Garrey began. He kept talking, the other guys were talking as well. Instructions, money, bullets…something about cases with jewels, something about… whatever. Mike’s head was somewhere else. At least it was still in the same room. His eyes and mind were fixed on his mate. Killian made a step, then another. He came to stand behind Garrey. His hair was wet at the tips which meant he’d probably taken a shower just now. Killian’s shirt smelled like expensive detergent and whatever the maids were doing the laundry with. He’d had coffee just before he came here. Maybe more than one coffee, in fact, judging by the way the sweet scent still clung to him… Mike followed the darker lines of the tiny shades under Killian’s eyes and he assumed Killian hadn’t slept much either. Then Kil
The phone kept ringing. It was probably ringing for the 15th time and until Mike eventually gave up trying to ignore it . He got up to pick it up. “Jesse, what’s up?” “Mike!!” “Yes?” “Are you crazy! I’ve been trying to call you since last night, what the Hell Happened?” “I just…” Mike searched the room for cigarettes. It was dark, and he had pulled the shabby curtains down. His head was pounding. His wolf was bitter too. They had arrived yesterday, and Killian and him hadn’t exchanged more than a few words, just like he’d expected during the flight. Then he’d driven Killian to the manor and he was back to his place. And he hadn’t slept since. Mike didn’t find his cigarettes,since he was anyway supposed to Not have them, but then his eyes landed on the two empty packs from last night, discarded on the table. He groaned. “Mike! Are. You. There??” “Yeah, yeah, I’m here. “ “So??” “So I tried to catch a quick nap before tonight, Garrey mentioned there will be somet
Michael wished he could say he wasn't thinking. Or that it had been his wolf dictating his actions and moving his body towards Killian’s. But he couldn’t. It was him and he had done it with the clear mind he was making a mistake. Maybe the biggest one he’d made so far. Or ever. Well, at least it was going to be his last. Because the mistakes we made with the clear mind they were a mistake were the most dangerous ones. He still did it. Mike’s hand cupped Killian’s head and he leaned in. He was taller, but he bent over Killian slowly, giving his mate time to do something, to stop him, or anything that showed he didn’t want this. When that didn’t happen, Mike closed the little distance they had between them. And he was kissing Killian. His lips touched Killian's only briefly. Everything in Mike woke up, all his nerves, all his senses were awake and it felt like someone had stripped his skin off and it was just his nerves, the real him, unprotected by flesh and skin ou
They reached the hotel much faster than Mike wanted to. They got out of the taxi, wished the driver a good night and headed towards the entrance, Mike walking a few feet behind Killian. As usual, the polite receptionist greeted them, then one of the bell boys came and asked about their check out time tomorrow. Killian and the staff exchanged a few greetings and niceties in French, neither of which Mike understood and they headed up. Everything was as per the usual, compared to the last few days they had spent here. Only, there was a small exception. And that was- Mike had almost kissed Killian, and not only had he done it, it had been outside. They got on the elevator, neither of them still not speaking. The bell boy pressed the desired floor, a few people got on with them, then they got off. There was more wishing of good nights and goodbyes until Killian and Mike headed towards their room. Everyone was so nice, and bubbly, while Mike simply wanted to get away from
“When you go there, wait for Francisco to get out of the VIP room, don’t do anything before that. “ “Right. “ “He is going to have his bodyguards in the VIP, got it? So wait for him to go to the bathroom or if he doesn’t, have one of the girls distract him and take him to the Red Room. ”“Yes, Sir. “ “Good. Don’t do it there. And I don’t want any more involvement from the Italians. That was enough trouble for now. “ Garrey looked between all of them. “Okay? “ “Yes.” “Yes, clear, Garrey. “ They all nodded. It was a pretty simple task. The words were pounding in his head, and it wasn’t only because he hadn’t blinked any sleep at all, unable to close his eyes for more than five minute. His wolf had tried to rip his flesh in pieces every two hours, and that hadn’t helped either. They were in Garrey's office, and they were given the new orders for the next task. And since Mike hadn’t come back yet, Jesse had to stay here all the time and listen to whatever details they were giv