Mike acted before he could have thought better. He was already walking through the exit, and by now it was too late for everything- to change his mind, to get back inside, to do something, anything, whatever….
And Jesse had done all of this, everything was turning into a bigger and bigger mess.
Jesse had lied to him that he didn’t remember the kiss, and why had he…
“Damn it, “ Mike thought. But he was going to have to deal with this later. At the moment, his only aim was to explain to Killian.
Explain…
What was there to explain, anyway.
He shouldn’t have gone out like that. Either way, it was too late to think about any of this now, though . More train wreck rides
Mike was furious. He’d never been so unable to deal with his own emotions before. Mike had grown up in a family of men, who had been taught that control is everything. And he had learned how to deal with situations, where you had enough strength to kill whoever you wanted to, knowing you would get away with it, and Not do it. That was the real strength, his father had been saying when Mike was growing up- knowing you were the stronger one, and not taking advantage of it. It wasn’t only because of the size of all the wolves in his family - Mike’s wolf was bigger than most, not that he had had many encounters with werewolves, working for the government or the Bureau but he could very well tell that big size was something that ran in the family.
Ten years ago “I am afraid he’ll have to be off school for at least a month. “ “If that's what you consider as the best solution in the current situation, then yes- of course, Sir. “ My mother’s face is serious, and only a slight tint of sadness darkens her bright blue eyes a shade deeper. I glance at her . She is not even furious, I know that. I can hear it in the way her heart beats. She’s simply disappointed. And tired. I mean, who wouldn’t be in her place. It’s happened for the third time in the past few months. “Do you….” the headmaster looks nervously between the two of us- me with my bloodied T-shirt and hands, and my mot
Mike paused, knowing it was too late to go back, or to do anything besides opening the door. So he simply stood there, knowing who was on the other side of the door. "What do you think about the deal?" The voice inside belonged to Killian and Michael felt his skin prickle. He pushed the door open, there was no point in pretending he wasn't there. He only didn't know how come Killian had known Mike was outside. He stepped forward and whatever sensible reason and thought he'd had in his head flew out the window. Killian was wearing a wide shirt, with the sleeves rolled up and the top neck buttons were opened.
*** There was a knock on the door and Mike’s hand went directly for his gun. Flynn never came here, and he didn’t expect anyone. Although after the last time when he’d transformed and kicked a bunch of asses out of the blue And on top of it his boss had called at five am to warn him about his …adventures, Mike thought twice about the potential visitors he might have and open the door to whoever. Not that anyone visited, besides one single person. And that was Jesse. After the last time he avoided him like fire, though, so Mike was alert, not sure who it was, waiting for him outside. Soon to be inside. He listened for any sound and stepped carefully towar
Paris The flight was pretty short and before Mke had got the chance to settle in his seat, it was time to get off the private jet. He hadn't seen Killian for the entire time of the short flight, as he was sitting on the other end of the plane, talking to someone Mike hadn’t seen before. Obviously Killian really was going to Paris for work, and wasn’t really planning on spending time distracting himself, and was using all the time he had on his hands to negotiate. “It’s for work, “Mike told himself, “Just for work, what were you thinking… “ They got off and Mike looked around the small, private airport. They didn’t pass
*** Mike began working for the Bureau way before reaching the age of which agents usually joined. One of the reasons might have been that he had practically grown up with the agency- his dad was one of the CIA’s top agents, his grandpa had dedicated most years of his life to the detective profession, he had an uncle at the force, a cousin who was a private detective, and so on, and so on . Another reason for his early joining might have been that as a wolf, Mike was hundreds of times better than most humans, not even considering the average male. He’d caught his first criminal at the age of twenty one, a year later he’d solved a case the Bureau had been investigating for two years. Mike was the CIA's best young, promisi
Mike checked himself once again in the mirror. He looked completely out of place, as usual. “Nothing new,” he muttered as he picked up the tie and tried to make something out of it. When he didn’t succeed, he dropped the silky cloth on the bed and decided to go without it. His black suit was fancy enough as it was, and besides, he was a bodyguard, no one would notice what he was wearing either way, as long as it was in dark colors. His room was spacious enough, even though it was the second bedroom of the suite. For one thing it was waaaay bigger than the one he had back in London, or the US. There was one common thing between all the room
Killian left with the older man, soMike walked around the place, greeting people who were dressed in some of the expensive clothes that existed not only in Europe, but also in the world.He was already beginning to think that everyone here was overly educated on fashion, but the strange thing was he wasn’t beginning to feel inadequate.They just fit the place perfectly.Mike was listening to where Killian was, and even though he was way less alert than he normally was, he could tell his boss was nearby.It didn’t feel like he was working, it also didn’t feel like all the other galas at Richard’s place.A waiter passed by