Novel & Cerita Tmnt Fanfiction Overprotective Of Mikey

“Never again. Promise.” Mike grinned before he leaned forward until our foreheads touched. “I knew you wouldn’t let him interfere,” he said, sounding relieved. His hand brushed along my still throbbing stomach. I stiffened and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Something was wrong here, like really, really wrong. Mike never got this close to me before, and he never touched me like this. “If you behave and do what I tell you, Missy, I’ll protect you from my dad,” he said, almost in a whisper. “I promise if you follow the rules, the only one who will hurt you will be me.”

But for right now, I needed all the trustworthy men I could get my hands on. Tommaso shouted with glee and forced Mikey into a hug, who fought against him but ultimately gave in. I watched from afar, sort of like a proud father myself. Mikey’s smile burned into my soul, the look of pride in his eyes piercing my heart. This was a risky job, so I wanted to protect him the best I could. That little baby deserved a father, and Penelope deserved a partner she could lean on. My mind drifted to Seraphina but I quickly forced the thought of her away and pulled out the blueprints to the port.

I say nothing, and she continues, “I don’t think you and Jessica shouldn’t be together. She’s like the candy you can’t have in the store, so you throw a tantrum until your mom buys it, but it can’t be like that with her. Mikey truly likes her to where she is just forbidden fruit to you.” “I ruined her life, Mindy. It’s like I’m obsessed with trying to make sure she is safe and happy….and if she ever found out what I did…she would never forgive me…” I pause, “Forgive any of us.” Mindy sighs, her eyes soft and kind, “She will never find out, Damon. Nothing links her parent’s death to the club or your family. You are safe. Protect her, care for her, but for fucksakes, Damon, let Mikey have her!

“You wouldn’t dare!” “Try me.” I sighed, setting my cup down. “Can we not talk about leashes, please?” Mimi and Dylan both looked far too entertained, but thankfully, Liam interrupted before they could make it worse. “Right,” Liam muttered, rubbing his temples. “This is my life now. Babysitting a menace and watching Dylan turn into the world’s most overprotective idiot.” Mimi nudged him with her foot. “You love us.” “I tolerate you.” “Same thing.”

Mikey turned to look at me when he noticed that I stopped walking. “I know you hate me, Anya,” he said with a sad smile, “And I am not asking for you to stop hating me because I deserve your hate. But right now, just until it’s safe, can you hold your anger and let me protect you?” “You know very well that I am no longer a child,” I replied, “I can protect myself.” “Then why didn’t you protect yourself?” Mikey asked, “Why didn’t you shift.”

I'd rather go back to pining after the most elusive man in the world. But Mark was protective of me. Madly over protective to be honest. For god sake the man counted how many shots I drank when we were out and cut me off at exactly ten like the party pooper he was. We both knew that he was going past his duty as my bodyguard but neither of us ever addressed it. So it wasn't a stretch to imagine that Mark wouldn't treat this man who had drugged me and taken me to a place unknown to a friendly brunch. I was disappointed by the tattoo guy's lack of reaction to my threat.

Not when Jimena and that little creature of hers were roaming the Fanucci mansion. "We will get to that, but not so fast—Alessio," Mikael responded, gritting his teeth. As he led out a quick whistle and a snap of his fingers, my brothers and I made eye contact, warning each other to be prepared for any possible outcome. Something wasn't right. A group of women in bikinis appeared, each one looking like they had just stepped out of a magazine. I had expected nothing less of Mikael, but for him to want to share his girls, must've meant hell was about to break loose.

The frightened expression that she had when he kicked down the door to that dirty room that she was kept in, was seared in his mind. Scratching his stubble that was quickly turning into a beard, he contemplated what he was going to say to Mark. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” Palmer said. Mark rolled his eyes, his hands swiftly turning the steering wheel. “I’m not stupid. I’ve seen how y’all act around each other.” Palmer just grunted and glanced outside the window at the passing scenery of the Brooklyn Bridge. “Look, I won’t say anything to Isaiah, but I would like to know what’s going on since I’m your partner in this protection assignment.”

“He’s hurt. Recovering. And if these people think he’s trying to protect me—” “He put himself in that position,” Leo cut in sharply. “That doesn’t mean he deserves to be targeted,” she shot back. “Doesn’t mean you should worry about him,” Leo countered. “You told me he’s been protecting me for months,” she replied in a low voice. “How am I not supposed to worry?” Leo opened his mouth but Matteo beat him to it. “She’s right.” Leo turned, shocked. “Excuse me?”

“If Sebastian doesn’t rein them in now, they’ll be planning hit lists by middle school.” “They’re just protective,” I said, leaning into his side. “They’ve been like that since Aubree was born.” “And she eats it up.” “Of course she does,” I said. “She’s me.” Michal chuckled. “God help us.” I tilted my head up to look at him. There were more lines around his eyes now. His hair was a little shorter. But he was still him. My anchor. My everything. “I still can’t believe she’s ten,” I said softly.