Why I care,
Richard thought.
Because you know it, and this is the first time you've decided you needed a bodyguard.
But he stopped himself before he said the words out loud. Instead, he said, trying to sound casual.
“I just don’t understand how you suddenly decide you need one. ““Maybe because I don’t want my brains spilled all over the wall next time I have to go talk to your new friend- the mayor’s - pawns. ““If this bodyguard you are talking about is so efficient that you chose him over all of Garrey’s men, then why haven’t I seen you much with him lately? “Judging by the expression on Killian’s face, he had hit a nerve.“Maybe because he is constantly sent somewhere doing things I don’t know about. “ Killian fired back.“Ah…well…”Richard refilled their glasses.“It seems that one of Garrey’s men…ah, what was his name again, the junkie one with the strange hair…”Richard pretended to search for the name.“Jesse. “ KillianGarrey's their father.
The loud bang that landed on the door woke him up instantly and Mike searched blindly in the dark for his T- shirt.“Damn it, “ he muttered when he couldn’t find it and decided he could do without it. He very much doubted it was Flynn, but he checked his phone quickly- for any messages from Flynn, and Jesse.Nothing.He hoped it wasn't any of the neighbours downstairs, although Mike had never had any problems with any of the tenants so far.He never did, as he made sure people rarely noticed him.Another bang landed heavy on his door and he cursed.“I'm coming, Jesus. “
Mike pressed harder, finishing with the cleaning of the wound and Jesse clenched his teeth, obviously doing his best not to let out a sound. Mike opened the packet of the bandage and left it to the side. It was hurting like hell, there was on doubt, but Mike was trying to be as careful as possible. What was more important now, however, was to pretend he hadn’t heard what Jesse had asked. Perhaps he’d asked it because he was still drunk, and the pain was making him dizzy. Or he’d let the question slip accidentally. “Were you undercover then too…” No, Mike tried not to think of this. There
Flynn put his cigarette out and pushed his hands in his pockets. He glanced around casually and considered another cigarette.It was going to be his fourth in the past hour, so he decided against it and pushed his hands deeper in the pockets of his jeans .His burn mark had healed, but everytime he thought of Killian, he remembered the scar he was going to have because of him.“Fucking psycho. “Flynn muttered.Killian was supposed to be in the sick house, not inheriting the biggest, the strongest and the most influential criminal syndicate not only in Europe, but most likely in the whole world.But the unfairness of th
**** “This was fucking awesome, “ The guys were talking, bantering and being excited. It was so -everywhere - kind of excitement, that it was somehow getting to Mike too. The other reason was because all his senses and nerves were like naked wires because of everything going on recently, and also because it was all wolves favorite time of the lunar cycle- the full moon. “I can’t believe we made it, bro. “ One of the guys patted Mike on the shoulder and grinned at him, “You’re a fucking beast! “ “Yeah, “another one added, and Mike thought : “Pun Not intended,
His vision blurred, and Mike was sure his eyes had begun changing to a colour that was going to be irreversible for at least half an hour. But he also didn’t try to stop it, or to bling back a few times against the light. Most likely no one would notice the change, but right now, he couldn't care less. He’d already imagined killing everyone in here, actually doing it was beginning to look more and more like a normal, acceptable prospective. Someone had hit Killian. Someone had gotten That close to him to scratch her face and Mike was going to kill them, whoever it was. “Mike, I am going to go get some drinks are you coming, or I can jusu t
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 .
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