Jesse recycles
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
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
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
“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
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
“I didn’t know car salesmen traveled so much, “Michael rolled away from the man, lying next to him, and got up.“Well, it’s what a driver does. ““I thought you said a salesman.”“Did I say that?”“Yes, you did, big guy.” The man purred. “But I was sure you weren’t, not with all the muscles and everything.“Yeah, I was trying to impress you. “The man giggled.Since when did men giggle, anyway. Michael thought and looked around for his jeans. He made a face at the thorn shirt, lying next to them discarded on the floor. Michael reminded himself next time to be more careful with the display of strength, or whatever he’d been thinking when he had left the bar with the dark-haired guy, who was looking at him with the puppy eyes all guys like him looked at Michael. It was not bad, though- he liked to see t
“Special agent Michael Scott is here, Sir. “ The secretary announced politely and his superior looked up from the bunch of papers he was holding.“About damn time. “The head of the bureau tossed the folder on the table and Michael and the secretary exchanged a look. His boss wasn’t in the best mood.“Don’t just stand there, get in. “ The older man grunted andthe girl smiled one last time before she disappeared, leaving Michael and his boss- the angry version of him, to be precise- alone.Michael made a few steps into the room and stood in front of the richly decorated bureau.His head was beginning to pound and he was already looking forward to a cigarette. Michael hated wearing suits, but meeting the CIA head required even the agents like him, who had been infiltrated for years in the lowest of the low circles, to be presentable when going to the hea
"The real reason is...The FBI Art Theft can't get anything.""And why would they think someone from the CIA would?"It sounded ridiculous. Surprising too, as everyone knew what they did. That's when he felt his boss' heartbeat go slightly off rhythm. Which meant this wasn't everything. To confirm his thoughts, Benjamin said"Michael, we gave a reason to suspect they trade with drugs, and Richard is the head of one of the biggest international drug and trafficking empires in the world."“The…” Michael began and paused. “Right. “It all kind of came together, Michael though amused. After all, you’d need a dog to catch the trace.Okay, this was a bigger game than he’d initially thought. Perhaps the case wasn’t going to be that boring after all.“What else?”“There’s already an agent, who’s been infiltrated- you’ll meet him