Chapter 5 Revelations

• "Thought so from the moment I saw you. There's this air around people like you. I can never mistake it for anything. What happened?"
• "I wanted to be a bodyguard."
• The older man and his companions snorted, while the young man tilted his head silently and rested it on his palm. He was so effortlessly seductive, that if Michael didn't know better, he would swear the other men here were noticing it too.
• The blue eyes and the handsome face were just very difficult not to be looked at. Michael felt both very attracted at the same time observed, that he had the sudden need to flee the room. Maybe his wolf was playing some very weird tricks with him and he didn’t like it at all.
• “You’ll come with me. “
• The young man’s voice traveled to him and Michael looked up. He had been talking to him, and before Michael could ask anything, the older man said gravely.
• "No."
• "And why not?"
• The handsome man lifted an eyebrow and took out a cigarette box from his coat. He lit it and leaned back against the armchair.
• He has such beautiful hands.
• The thought startled Michale so much that he visibly flinched.
• "I said no, Killian," the older guy repeated, "Because for this task we need someone who hasn't been here for a month or two."
• Killian.
• The name rang so loud in Michael’s ears, that he didn’t even have time to think about the rest of the man’s words.
• This was Killian.
• Of all the people in the world, this was him. It had to be him.
• No, he thought, that wasn’t possible.
• Killian took a long drag from his cigarette and exhaled slowly.
• "I'm going with him and that’s it."
• "What?"
• The men said together, and Michael almost joined them in their exclamation.
• "No. This is absolute madness and everyone here knows it. Even the kid does. "
• The older man pointed at him and Flynn made a step towards the small group. Flynn patted Killian lightly on the shoulder and smiled.
• "I can come with you, Kil."
• Killian's blue eyes landed on Flynn's hand, casually resting on his shoulder, and in the next moment, Killian took another drag and stubbed his cigarette out in Flynn's hand.
• It happened so unexpectedly and out of nowhere, Michael didn't have time to process it.
• Flynn took his hand away immediately and dug it in his pocket. Killian got up and dropped the cigarette butt at Flynn’s feet.
• "Next time you touch me, I'm going to cut your hand off."
• He said lightly and headed towards the door.
• "And I'm going with whoever I want."
• The men exchanged a silent look, but Killian was already out of the room. The older man exhaled audibly and rubbed his forehead.
• "I'm too old for this."
• He then turned to Michael, his tone back to being neutral.
• "Welcome to the team, kid. Now, call someone to clean this mess on the carpet before Richard comes back. He hates trash."
• The man went out, leaving Flynn, Michael, and the two other guys just standing there.
• It wouldn't be an exaggeration if Michael admitted he had no idea what had just happened. He felt himself slowly relax once he and Flynn left the room too, and finally let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding once they were back in the car.
• Michael had learned two things from his father and from the missions he'd been on so far.
• One was to never be afraid.
• Second - expect everything from someone who wasn't afraid of anything.
• And Killian looked exactly like someone who was never afraid. Of anything or anyone. Because this is what lack of fear made out of someone - dangerous.
• And one thing was sure-
• Killian was as insane and dangerous as he looked handsome.
• He was also most likely his mate unless Michael was confused, sleep-deprived, or drunk. Michael had no idea what meeting his mate would feel like- after all, it was different with anyone, but he was hoping this wasn’t it.
• ***
• "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.
• 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. “