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svucarisiaddict · 2 years

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Could I please request #21 "touch her and I'll kill you" with Mike Dodds please?

Prequel to THIS

“Well, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Peter asked. He wrapped you in a hug and kissed the top of your head.

You relished in Peter’s affection. The familiar scent of his cologne was comforting. “Just missed my big brother,” you said. Since moving in with Mike you didn’t get to see Peter as much as you would have liked.

“I’ve missed you too, kiddo.” Peter released you to arm's length. “I think you’ve grown.” He smirked and put a hand on top of your head.

“Shush,” you chuckled and playfully slapped his hand away. Since you could remember your stature had always been a joke in the family. You bite your bottom lip and crossed your arms over your chest.

“What’s wrong?” Peter asked. His brow furrowed with worry.

“Nothings wrong. Not really. I mean…,” you sighed. “I just have some questions.”

“About what?”

“Mike,” you stated. “I never noticed before but he seems to have an anger problem.”

Peter’s jaw clenched.

“Not with me,” you reassured Peter. “If anything he’s overprotective, almost territorial,” you countered.

Peter’s face noticeably relaxed. “Are you hungry? I can make us soup,” he offered.

“I’m always hungry,” you said. You followed Peter into the kitchen. “Is it canned soup or did Marta make it?”

Peter raised one eyebrow. “Marta. I don’t do canned soup.”

“Right,” you said, rolling your eyes. Peter could be so stuck up sometimes. Where he got it was a mystery. No one else in the family acted like that. “I’ll get bowls,” you offered.

Peter took a plastic food storage container from the refrigerator and then poured the contents into a saucepan. He slowly stirred the soup. “So, you had some questions about Mike?”

Taking a deep breath you relayed your concerns. “We went to a club over the weekend with some other friends. Some random guy started dancing up on me. I pushed him away but Mike saw and…” you trailed off. The look in his eyes gave you chills. His beautiful, soulful green eyes turned vacant. It was like he wasn’t him.

Peter turned from the stove. “And?”

“It was like a switch flipped in his brain. He-he broke the guy's hand,” you answered. “No warning, nothing. Just grabbed his hand a broke it.”

Peter stared at you for a minute. “Is that it?”

You shrugged. “Yeah but I’ve never seen that side of him. It was kind of scary.”

Peter ladled the soup into the bowls on the counter. “Well, he was protecting you. That is his job,” Peter said matter of factly.

“I’m not a job. I’m his girlfriend,” you defended. “Have you seen him be that aggressive or violent?”

Mike had been a part of the security team since he left the NYPD for reasons that you were not privy to. And sure protecting you was technically part of his job but the recent incident was excessive.

Peter sighed. “There’s a reason I hired him, Y/N.” He took the stool beside you. “As long as he is good to you and keeps you safe there’s really nothing else to discuss.”

You opened your mouth to say something but you got the impression that you weren’t going to make Peter understand your concerns. Instead, you ate the soup and listened to Peter talk about a ranch in Montana he was interested in buying. Maybe you were overreacting. Mike was a good guy. He loved you and did keep you safe. Maybe it was just an isolated incident. That’s what you hoped.

When you returned home a couple of hours later you were surprised to find Mike at home. You pushed your conversation with Peter and the nightclub incident out of your head. Instead, you decided to concentrate on the good things about Mike.

“Hey, babe. I didn’t think I’d see you until late tonight,” you said.

Mike looked up and smiled from where he was sitting on the sofa reading a book. He closed the book and stood from the sofa making his way to you. “Job got canceled,” he informed you. His hands went to your hips.

“Lucky me,” you smirked. You stretched onto tippy toes to kiss him.

Mike pulled you close to his body and return your kiss. “I got something for you.”

“Oh, yeah? And what would that be?” you asked biting your bottom lip and lowering your eyes.

Mike chuckled. “That’s for later.” He gave you a wink and then went to his office. When he returned he had his hands behind his back. “Close your eyes,” he instructed.

You grinned and did as he asked.

Mike stood behind and moved your hair from your neck. “Okay, open your eyes. I was in Chelsea and walked past this little antique shop. When I looked in the window I saw this.”

“Mike,” you gasped. “It-it’s beautiful.” You fingered the delicate silver chain. There was a dark red ruby pendant with silver fringe hanging from the chain.

“I thought you’d like it,” Mike said.

You turned in his arms. “I love it. Thank you.”

Mike cupped your face and gently ran his thumb across your cheek. “Do you know how gorgeous you are? And how much I love you?”

“Not half as much as I love you,” you responded looking up at him and placed a hand on his chest.

“If only it were that easy,” your co-worker, Susan, said with a laugh as you walked to your cars.

You hefted the bag higher on your shoulder. “Yeah. No doubt,” you replied. Work had been good but you couldn’t wait to get home.

“Must be nice,” Susan said, motioning to your car. “Wish I had a boyfriend that left me flowers.”

When you looked, there was a large bunch of wildflowers on the hood of your car. Right away you knew they weren’t from Mike. The reason you knew this was that Mike was out of town until tomorrow. And it wasn’t Peter’s style. If your brother wanted to give you something he gave it to you personally. So, when you saw the flowers you knew they were from Tate, your co-worker.

You forced a smile. “Yeah.”

“Hey, have a great weekend,” Susan said.

“You too.”

Susan waved to you as she pulled away.

“Hope you like wildflowers,” a man’s voice said from behind you.

At the sound of Tate’s voice, you jumped. You turned to face him. “Tate. I can’t accept these,” you said tersely, shoving the flowers back at Tate.

It was the third time in two weeks that he had left you flowers. There were also dinner invites, bringing you coffee and pastry from your favorite shop. Not to mention the “accidental” touching, calling, texting, and emailing.

When it first started you politely declined or ignored him. He knew you had a boyfriend. Tate had even met Michael at a company outing. Recently though you had to become more aggressive but apparently he wasn’t going to give up.

Tate took several steps toward you and took the flowers from your hand. “I hear Mike is out of town,” he said. “Thought you could use some company.”

Your eyes grew wide and your chest got tight. “How-”

A sinister smile crossed his lips. “I just know things.”

Your cell rang in your purse but you couldn’t move. It stopped then rang again. With a shaking hand, you fished your phone from the bottom of your purse. “Hel-hello?” you said. “Hi, Peter. No I’m leaving work now,” you said as you unlocked your car, opened the door then got in not taking your eyes off Tate. “I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

You made it to Peter’s house in less than 10 minutes breaking numerous traffic laws along the way. The entrance gate felt like it took a lifetime to open. Your eyes darted around looking to make sure Tate didn’t follow you.

As the gate closed behind you felt safer. You took in a deep, cleansing breath. Fin was walking out of the house as you pulled around the large circular drive.

“Hey, kid,” Fin called out with a smile. He met you at your car.

“Hi,” you said. “Can I talk to you for a minute? I need a favor.”

“Of course. What do you need?”

“I need this to stay between us. Peter or Mike can’t know,” you requested.

Fin furrowed his brow. “Are you okay?”

“Um,” you responded in a shaky voice. “Kinda.” You went on to explain what was going on with Tate and what you had done so far to try to take care of the situation yourself.

Fin rubbed his hands together. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it.”

A flood of relief went over you. “Thanks, Fin,” you said giving him a hug.

“No problem.”

Michael spun the keys around his finger while he waited. At first, he was upset that you went to Fin about Tate instead of him. But as he thought about it he understood why you did it. Then he watched as Tate walked from the convenience store to the car. Tate got in, closed the door, and placed his bags on the passenger seat.

“It’s too bad you didn’t heed my warning,” Mike said in a low voice from the backseat.

Tate froze. “I-I-”

Michael shoved the butt of his Glock into Tate’s side. “Shut up. You had a chance. Now, start the car and start driving,” Michael instructed. He directed Tate to an abandoned warehouse.

Tate was sniffling when the pair exited the car. “Hey, man. I promise I won’t-”

“Too late,” Michael stated simply. “What did I say?”

Tate was sobbing now and mumbling so bad that Mike couldn’t understand him. He took a breath. “If I touched her, you would kill me,” he bawled.

Mike nodded. “Yeah. You were lucky actually, the first time. Typically I don’t give any warnings,” Mike stated. “Turn around. Get on your knees and put your hands behind your head.”

“Oh, God. Please, don’t,” Tate cried out.

“I really don’t have the time for this,” Mike sighed. He raised his gun and pulled the trigger shooting Tate between the eyes.

Tate’s body hit the ground with a thud.

Mike put his gun back in the holster and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. He typed a quick text out to the cleaners, then to Peter to let him know things were taken care of.

“Damn. This was my favorite shirt,” Mike said when he saw the blood splatters on his T-shirt.

Mike smiled when your number came up on the phone screen. “Hey, babe. Yeah, just finishing up something. I’ll be home in about an hour. Spaghetti sounds good. Love you more.” He ended the call and then started walking back to his car.

#mike dodds #mike dodds x reader #franchise affair #prequel #law and order: svu

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theheadlessgroom · 2 months

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@beatingheart-bride

"Emily..." Randall began, almost tearfully, but it was June and Wilhelm who spoke up over him-not to agree, not to rush her out the door and warn her not to come back, but instead to ask her to stay.

"Please," Wilhelm began, as June reached out to take the young woman's cold hand, stopping her as he continued, "W-Would you stay, just a little longer, lass? Really, we...we'd like it if you stayed. I-I promise, y-you're not intruding; Junie and I weren't able to sleep anyways..."

"You saved our son's life, and you brought him back home to us," June continued gently, as Randall sat up a little, just as surprised as Emily was at this sudden turn of events, this change in reaction in his parents. "We...we can't thank you enough for that. Please, won't you sit down? I...I think we have a lot to talk about...and a lot to apologize for."

At this, Randall's eyes widened further, as he looked between Emily, his mother, and his father, that surprise turning to a sort of tentative relief, as his mother encouraged Emily to make herself comfortable, while June moved to the kitchen to put on a pot of tea, to perhaps soothe their frazzled nerves. She hoped the young woman (not a monster, she thought to herself, but a young woman) would accept, and hear out what the Pace parents had to say.

#((i'm sorry: an a.i. just isn't nearly as threatening as the soul of a serial killer!))#((the terror of 'child's play' is defidently that andy is so little-he's this adorable little six-year-old who makes your heart melt))#((watching him make his mom breakfast on his own birthday and getting excited about having a good guy of his own))#((and so you don't want anything to happen to him! he's being preyed upon by what he thought was his friend))#((his talking good guy doll-even worse; chucky told andy that he was sent by andy's dead father to play with him))#((which adds a cruel twist to things-andy just wanted a friend; and now he's in danger; and no one believes him))#((not until the end! so having andy be older; be attacked by an a.i. doll who should NOT be that strong like you said))#((and have more allies on his side; it really does take away that fear factor; that level of suspense!))#((and there really is so much love in the main franchise; as opposed to the 2019 reboot))#((which feels more like your standard cash grab! it's almost a family affair))#((considering the actress who played andy's mother in the first film married kevin yagher))#((who designed and built the chucky animatronic; i think alex vincent's little sister played chucky))#((for the scene where he runs behind andy's aunt maggie shortly before she goes pushed out the window))#((and of course brad dourif's daughter fiona is a part of the franchise now; having played nica pierce))#((and even playing a young charles lee ray in flashbacks for the tv show!))#((there really is so much love and care behind it; the kind of love and care you just don't see in the reboot!))#outofhatboxes #beatingheart-bride #V:Dark Shadows

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medconicderma · 6 months

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#Glutathione Serum for Skin Whitening #Original glutathione serum #best glutathione serum for the face #skin affairs glutathione serum #glutathione serum benefits #PCD Pharma Franchise #derma pcd franchise

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illustration-alcove · 1 year

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Mark Smith’s illustrations for Josephine Tey’s The Franchise Affair.

#josephine tey #the franchise affair #franchise affair #mark smith #alan grant #british literature

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kidasthings · 21 days

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Noa and Mae: A Taboo Affair?

Hi, there! Kida checking in again with yet another controversy - you've been warned.

I see a lot of people on Tumblr and Reddit pointing out that a Noa/Mae (#NoMae?) pairing would be at best controversial, at worst beastiality.

I mean, he IS a CGI ape, right?

Not so fast.

I'd like to break down a few points, if I Mae (pun intended!), and address this argument. I'll be using a few of the comments I've seen on the web already to do so, on the part of the dissenters to the pairing.

1st Argument: "Planet of the Apes wouldn't show a kiss between a human and an ape. Ew."

Reply: Oh, they already have, my friend. Not in the full-blown sense, but they definitely did film Zira and Taylor kissing lips to muzzle in 1968. You can view that lovely bit here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEp7yunwVF8

I apologize in advance for impinging on your delicate simian sensibilities. #sorrynotsorry

2nd Argument: "Why would they even depict a human/ape couple? Humans and apes can't even reproduce in the franchise."

Reply: They can't? News to me. There was a Hum-Ape written into the early scripts and screen tests for Beneath the Planet of the Apes in 1970. Seems the Planet of the Apes franchise truly thought it was worth exploring back then. You can read all about that little guy right here: https://planetoftheapes.fandom.com/wiki/Hum-Ape

Aww, just look at that adorable lack of face-fur!

3rd Argument: "The audience of today isn't ready for that kind of thing."

Reply: And the audience in the 1960's/early 1970's was? I didn't know we became even more conservative 50+ years later. I'll be sure to adjust my high neckline and clutch my pearls in absolute horror at the thought of all of those deviant libertines living before me. Excuse me, I must go confront my parents about this.

BUT, before I do, I do want to point out we seemed to accept an on-screen kiss between Goliath (a gargoyle) and Elisa (a human) during a certain Disney children's cartoon show in the 1990's - anyone remember that?

Disgusting. I bet his breath smelled like rancid pigeon.

Additionally, we have more recent films such as Avatar, The Shape of Water - which won 4 Academy Awards, including best picture (not bad for a human and a fish-man pairing), and Beauty and the Beast.

And hey, if a living monster is not your thing, you could always opt for Warm Bodies. Think female human and male zombie. Necrophilia, anyone?

4th Argument: "Okay, fine, I see your point on the Taylor/Zira thing. But that only worked out because it was a human in a monkey suit, and we all sort of knew that. It didn't make it so strange. As for the other films you listed, well, those creatures don't actually exist so it's out of the realm of true possibility anyway. Noa is depicted as a real chimp, and him getting with Mae just makes it hit too close to home for comfort."

Reply: #Ishetho? Let's take a good look at what a "real chimp" looks like:

He's so damn Chimpy.

Okay, now let's look at our leading man--er, ape:

Looks like Chimpy had a love-child with Owen Teague. #shudder

As you can see, the two are pretty different. Chimpy has a true muzzle and a mouth that curves around it. Noa has a flatter, human face with an actual nose bridge and wider-spaced eyes.

And the EYES. My god. If you don't see the humanity in those baby-blues you might want to get checked for psychopathy. Besides that, Chimpy lacks eye-whites and has rounder eyes than Noa. Additionally, that pronounced brow ridge on Chimpy has thunder clouds gathering beneath it. Don't get me started on the ear comparison between the two, I'm sure it goes without saying!

Anyway, I think it can be safely stated that no chimp alive on this earth looks like Noa. He's too physically humanized to resemble an actual chimpanzee of the typical zoo variety. Thus, I would place him safely in the category of fish-man, the tall, blue cat creatures from Avatar, and those barbaric blue aliens that keep cropping up on certain ice planets in books #ifyouknowwhatImean.

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All that said, everyone can ship what they want. If you want Noa playing house with Caesar, never mind that trifling little timeline issue, you go with your fine self and write that fanfiction. Create an account on DeviantArt.com and fill it with their anthropomorphic babies who eventually grow up to be the first ape astronauts. Someone out there is going to love it and eat it up, I promise you.

For the points above, this is about Noa and Mae. They've got something, something tangible. Whether or not it becomes canon is yet to be seen.

For now, it lives on in our minds. With our inner eye, we can see it just fine.

#kingdom of the planet of the apes #noa #mae #planet of the apes #monster romance #wes anderson #rise of the planet of the apes #noamae #owen teague #freya allan #nomae #mae x noa #kotpota

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frimleyblogger · 2 years

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The Franchise Affair

A taut psychological #thriller from Josephine Tey reissued by @PenguinUKBooks #CrimeFiction #amreading

A review of The Franchise Affair by Josephine Tey It has taken me a long time to discover Josephine Tey, but I am determined to make up for lost time. Originally published in 1948, and nominatively the third in her Inspector Grant series, although her policeman only makes a fleeting appearance and makes a pig’s ear of the case, this is a clever, sophisticated, psychological thriller, a tale of…

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#Inspector Grant #Josephine Tey #Robert Blair #The Franchise Affair

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facts-i-just-made-up · 2 months

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What's your favorite banned episode of Star Trek?

Though 12 episodes of Star Trek have been banned in various forms in various countries across its many series, the three “lost” episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation are perhaps the most famous, and which is my own favorite will come as no surprise to anyone who knows me.

The first is of course the original pilot episode, the single episode version of “Encounter at Farpoint.” Though the plot is mostly the same as what aired, two scenes that resolved the story early were deemed too violent, those involving Captain Picard executing an officer for abandoning his post, and Riker pushing Wesley Crusher out an airlock for discovering his affair with Tasha Yar. Needless to say with original showrunner George R.R. Martin being replaced by Gene Roddenberry, Wesley stayed on the ship and the series was richer for it. Martin would of course go on to use both scenes in his magnum opus, “Sandkings.”

The second banned episode is the usual fan favorite. The famous “Holoday Special” in which the ship’s entertainment system malfunctions and releases a Lovecraftian amalgamation of popular Christmas mascots into the ship was not only the first appearance of future show staple Ensign Scrooge, but the creature itself- Part Santa, part Frosty, part Reindeer and part Krampus. It was deemed too scary and cut, though its puppet was repurposed for the alien at the end of the episode “Conspiracy.”

But my favorite is naturally the crossover with the Alien franchise. From the moment the Enterprise entered orbit of LV-426, you knew some shit was gonna go down. With Data’s betrayal of the crew for Starfleet’s “profit directive” to Picard’s attempts to coax a solution out of the computer, Pulaski turning hero and willing to ignite the warp core to kill the monster, and of course the infamous Worfburster scene, the whole episode was a tour de force that they had to know would never be shown given its darkness and gore.

Thank goodness we still got Sisko vs Predator.

#star trek #st tng #censorship #alien #unreality

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wannaeatramyeon · 5 months

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Jake Kim x Reader: Cinema

G/N. Soft and fluffy feat Big Deal a lil.

"You on a date, boss?"

Jake says yes without missing a beat, flashing you a grin and snaking his arm around your waist.

He sees the smirk on Jason's face, the light nudge Lineman gives Brad, and the pride and approval on Jerry's face.

The grin soon melts away though, when Brad follows up with "You going to see Rocky XX too?" and Jake only just manages to hide his grimace.

The answer to that is also yes. But he would prefer to not have a date crashed by the rest of the crew.

Heavens above, you're patient enough with Big Deal and so sweet to everyone. Gotten to know the street and the occupants like the back of your hand, spending more evenings and weekends there than not.

However. Even with how much Jake lives and breathes Big Deal, he misses some one on one time with you.

Away from everyone, he thinks as he takes in the sight of his boys in front of him. He can't exactly tell them to go away though, can he? A rare weekend off work where they get to just be.

He succumbs to his fate.

Imagines everyone huddled on the one row together. Seated next to each other. Cosy. A family affair instead of a romantic date. Probably won't be able to sneak you some kisses here and there-

"We're not seeing Rocky!" comes the unmistakable sound of Lua's voice. "We're going to watch The Boy and The Pigeon! Enjoy your film!"

She disappears as quickly as she arrives. A whirlwind of hair and a force of nature. Giving you both a small wave, mind laser focused on reading the goddamn room and shoving the boys towards a different screen.

"B-but we already got the tickets!"

"I wanted to see Rocky XX!"

"Why does Jake think seeing Rocky is romantic anyway?!"

Why?

To be honest, the Rocky franchise died off somewhere along V. Who knows how the hell these films are still being greenlit. Nevertheless, the newest one is a low stakes film where Jake doesn't care what happens apart from you cuddling up to him and some kisses if he's lucky.

It's calculated and planned and Jake mentally pats himself on the back for how things have turned out.

Except-

What he didn't expect was the score to be good, the script to be great, the choreography to be amazing, and the acting to be even better. Neither of you could take your eyes off the screen. You laughed and cried and gasped together.

Thoughts of cuddling and kissing and even making out completely out the window as you're both on the edge of your seat for the entire two hours.

It was fantastic. Perhaps the best movie he has ever seen (and he could practice some of those moves too).

You're both still talking about it as he walks you home-

"When he came back as a zombie to fight that vampire?"

"And the lizard joins the fight to win the title?" Jake chuckles, at your enthusiasm more than anything else, "Yeah. I liked that."

But as your apartment appears on the horizon, he can't help but think that maybe this was a bit of a waste. That the day is over and as good as the film was, maybe he should have arranged something else, after all it’s been a while since both your schedules have aligned. A date where you can actually talk and be in each other's company. Instead of being captivated by the screen, your attention could have been held by him.

Jake tries to shake off the doubts and recapture the lighter mood from seconds ago.

He's not entirely successful.

You realise something is amiss.

You peer over at your boyfriend. His sudden subduedness. The small line forming between his eyebrows that you hate so much, because it means he's unhappy about something. You pause mid step and he stops alongside you.

"Don’t overthink it. I had fun," you tell him. You always have fun with him. "Thank you."

Jake's smile returns when he sees the expectant look in your eyes. The way you stretch up towards him. press yourself into his space, and he leans down; meeting you halfway.

Your lips lightly press to his, eyes closing, eyelashes fluttering on his cheeks and his own falling shut. Strong arms encircle you, pulling you ever closer, deepening the contact.

There'll be a next time, your kiss reassures him.

You tastes like popcorn. Sugar and butter and salt. Sweet and savoury and perfect.

#admiring respectfully once again #respectfully might be a lie #lookism #lookism x reader #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism fic #jake kim #jake kim x reader #kim gimyung x reader #kim gimyeong x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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svucarisiaddict · 2 years

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“I’m coming closer, and I’m going to put my hand on your shoulder, alright?” With Sonny 😊

Part 9: Evil at home

//I've had this ask FOREVER and I've been working on it even longer. LOL Anyway, it's long. Enjoy.//

Peter glared at Sonny from across the large conference table that was in his office. He knew being here made Sonny uncomfortable which gave him feel a fraction better. “So, the last time you talked to her was when?”

“This morning. She wanted to go shopping. I told her I would go with her but she didn’t wait,” Sonny answered. “And when was the last time you talked to her, huh?”

“Are you two finished?" Nick asked. "I can't believe this is what you're putting your energy into when the person you both love most has been abducted," Nick admonished both men.

"You're right," Peter agreed.

"Of course. Sorry," Sonny apologized. "So, between the two of us we have a lot of enemies," Sonny concluded. “Could someone have done this for ransom?”

“I think we would have heard by now if that was the case,” Declan offered.

"Any mutual enemies, business partners, anything tying the families together?" Brian asked.

"Just one; the Drakes," Mike confirmed. He looked around the table gauging reactions.

"We haven't dealt with them since before Ben passed away," Olivia said.

"Yeah, it's been at least five years since we worked with them," Teresa said.

"Was she supposed to meet up with anyone? A friend? Co-worker?" Fin asked.

"I called her best friend, Jody. She said Y/N texted her yesterday and asked her to lunch but Jody had to work," Peter said.

"And she isn't close with anyone at work," Mike replied, looking at Peter. The two men exchanged glances, both knowing what Mike had done to the coworker that was harassing you.

Sonny clocked the exchange between Peter and Mike. He furrowed his brow. "I can call a friend of mine and get street and traffic cam footage," Sonny offered.

“What about your old man?” Mike asked. “Would he have anything to do with it?”

Sonny narrowed his eyes at Mike. “No. He actually likes Y/N,” Sonny replied, emphasizing your name. There was something about the way Mike was acting that Sonny didn’t like. He’d speak to Peter about it later.

“Okay. Let’s get that footage, make some calls, and canvas the area again. We’ll meet back here in two hours,” Peter instructed.

“Hey, Peter. Can I speak with you in private?” Sonny quietly asked Peter.

Peter nodded. Once everyone was out of the office Peter said, “What do you want to talk about?”

Sonny stood and started pacing. “How well do you know Mike?”

Peter furrowed his brow. “Pretty well. He’s been on our security team for seven years. He dated Y/N.”

Sonny pursed his lips. “I know Y/N broke things off but she never said why. Were there any signs that Mike was jealous or-or not wanted to let her go?”

“I know where you’re going with this. He would never hurt, Y/N. He cares about her too much,” Peter stated. “Why are you asking so many questions about Mike?”

“There was something about his demeanor today. I don’t know. Just doesn’t sit right with me,” Sonny said.

Peter regarded Sonny. He thought about how Mike had been acting lately. He did seem to be missing a lot and preoccupied. “We’ll follow him. See where he goes.”

“Okay, good good,” Sonny sniffed. “And uh, Peter. When we find who did this, I’m going to kill them with my bare hands.”

Peter nodded. “You’ll have to get in line behind me.” Peter put his hand out to shake Sonny’s.

Sonny accepted and gave him a firm handshake.

Several hours later you woke up to a darkening sky and the house Mike brought you to was quiet. When you sat up your head seemed heavy, your brain felt foggy and your vision was blurry. You didn’t even remember lying down. The last thing you remembered was talking to Mike. It took a few minutes but you thought you felt steady and your vision was better.

Shaking your head, you pushed up from the sofa. When you tried to walk your gait was a little unsteady but the door was just steps away.

“Shit,” you murmured when you tried to open it. The door had a lock that needed a key to get out. Back door. There was a back door to the fenced-in yard. Geez, your head was pounding, making you feel unsteady and your vision tunnel. You squinted your eyes and concentrated on the door. Almost there. Just a few more steps.

“Where do you think you’re going, missy,” Officer Mack’s gravelly voice said, grabbing you from behind.

“Stop,” you mumbled, making a feeble attempt at pushing his hands off you. Your arms felt heavy and weak. “Mike would be very disappointed to know you were trying to leave,” he said. His breath was hot and smelled like old cigar smoke.

He dragged you back to the living room and tossed you onto the sofa.

“Mike,” you rasped.

“Oh, he won’t be back for a while. He’s out helping to look for you right now,” Mack chuckled.

You cleared your throat. “My brother, my-my boyfriend they’re gonna find me. When they get ahold of you-” you threatened, getting your voice back.

“Honey I ain’t scared of no brother or boyfriend,” Mack responded. He leered down at you. “Why don’t we have a little fun?”

“No!” you kicked hard at Mack and made contact with his groin. When he went to his knees you took your chance and sprang from the sofa.

“You bitch!” Mack spat as he rolled around on the floor.

You were still unsteady but willed yourself to the backdoor. “Oh thank goodness,” you muttered when you found the door unlocked. Heavy footsteps from behind made you pick up your pace.

“Get back here,” Mack snarled, grabbing your hair and pulling you backward.

When he grabbed you it made you lose your balance and hit the floor. Mack was on top of you in an instant.

“I was going to make this nice, but after that little stunt it won’t be,” he said. He started pulling at your shirt.

“Stop it!” you screamed. Punching at him and pushing him away. In an instant, Mack’s weight was off of you.

You sat up and scooted yourself back to rest against the wall.

Mike shoved Mack. “What the hell are you doing?” Mike’s voice boomed.

“That bitch came on to me!” Mack accused.

Mike’s eyes darted to you then back to Mack. “Nothing worse than a liar,” he warned. Then his eyes turned cold. Just like the night, he came home with his clothes covered in blood.

“Man, I’m not lyin’-” Mack started.

Mike narrowed his eyes. “That’s two times.” He pulled a gun from the back of his waistband and pointed it at Mack.

Mack held his hands up. “Okay. Okay. It was me. I-”

You covered your ears and squeezed your eyes closed when the gun went off but not before you saw Mack’s body hit the floor. Mike shoved the handgun into the holster at his hip.

“Oh my God,” you said, stunned by Mike’s actions. Mack’s head was half blown off. Gray matter, bone, and blood splattered the wall behind him. “I’m going to be sick.” You pushed past Mike to the restroom where you emptied the contents of your stomach.

“Here,” Mike spoke softly. He placed a cold, wet washcloth on the nape of your neck. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I hate when you get upset.”

It took everything in your body not to flinch when Mike rubbed his hand up and down your back. It was crazy to think that you craved his touch in the past, now it was revolting. You unrolled some toilet paper and wiped your mouth. What you wouldn’t give for a toothbrush right now but you’d have to settle for rinsing your mouth out with water.

Mike studied you in the mirror. “You are so beautiful,” he breathed. His hand brushed your hair over your shoulder, exposing your neck. Mike leaned down and brushed his lips along your neck.

“Mike, please,” you stuttered. “Don’t.”

He kissed your neck as his arms encircled our waist. “C’mon, baby,” he husked.

Tears stung your eyes. Something in your brain clicked and you knew what you needed to do. With trembling hands, you reached around to Mike’s thighs. You turned in his arms.

Mike gave you a salacious grin. His hands slipped from your waist to grasp your buttocks. “I’ve missed this ass,” Mike growled.

It took everything you had not to recoil in disgust. “Oh, yeah?”

Mike leaned down and pressed his lips hard against yours. His arousal was evident.

Slowly you trailed your hands down his sides. The metal of the gun was cold against your skin. “Can you get rid of that please?” you asked Mike gesturing toward the gun.

As far as Mike knew, you were terrified of guns. Peter made sure you knew how to shoot and do it well.

“Of course, darling,” Mike responded with a smirk. After placing the Glock on the opposite end of the counter he returned to you. Mike picked you up, sat you on the counter, and then wrapped your legs around his waist.

You thought you were going to vomit again. Closing your eyes, you allowed Mike’s hands to roam your body, and his lips to kiss your skin. Somehow you had to get to the gun. With a swift movement of your leg, you kicked Mike right in the groin. He went down hard. Taking your chance you reached for the gun and grasped the cool metal in your hand.

“You fucking bitch!” he groaned as he rolled on the ground, clutching the family jewels.

As you moved to step over him, Mike grabbed your other ankle causing you to fall. Thankfully your grip stayed tight on the but of the gun.

“I’m going to kill you,” Mike grunted.

“I don’t think so, asshole,” you muttered. You turned and pointed the gun in Mike’s direction and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit his shoulder. Not enough to kill him but good enough to subdue him. Mike lay in a heap on the bathroom floor moaning.

The gun stayed in your trembling hand but our arm fell to your side. Your body was filled with adrenaline, fear, and anger. If he was able to get ahold of you he would undoubtedly make sure you never got away. Your heart was beating so loud in your chest that you couldn’t hear anything else. The only choice you saw was to kill Mike before he had a chance to come after you. Slowly, you raised the barrel of the gun at Mike and put your finger on the trigger. He would never hurt you or anyone you loved again.

When a voice behind you said your name you jumped.

“Turn up here,” Nick commented. He scanned the neighborhood.

They were in the same area Y/N went missing. They found out that Mike had bought a house in the neighborhood. It was midway between Sonny and Peter's homes.

“Don’t need a backseat driver,” Fin said, shooting a look at Nick over his shades.

Nick rolled his eyes and then checked the mirrors and saw the black SUV that Sonny and Peter were riding in together. He called Sonny’s cell to tell them to fall back. They were close to the house Mike bought. “To be a fly on the wall in that car,” Nick commented.

Fin grinned. “I can only imagine.”

Both men scanned the house numbers. The homes were all older but they had been updated recently, except one.

“There. That’s it,” Nick said pointing to a two-story house with chipping yellow paint.

“I’ll pull around the block then-” Fin started. A gunshot rang out and Fin hit the brakes and shifted the car hard into park.

Both men scrambled from the car pulling their guns.

“Shots fired!” Nick said into the walkie-talkie.

Several seconds later the SUV carrying Peter and Sonny screeched to a halt in front of the house. Peter took the gun from his hip and Sonny retrieved his gun from his shoulder holster.

Nick kicked the front door in and entered the house with fin. Peter and Sonny were right behind him. Each man took a different part of the house; Fin went upstairs, Nick to the kitchen, Sonny toward the bedrooms, and Peter took the other downstairs rooms.

Sonny heard movement in the next room. He slowly made his way down the hallway. As he got closer he recognized your voice. It was soft like you were talking to yourself. Sonny swallowed hard not knowing what he would find.

Sonny let out a breath when he saw you sitting on the floor of the bathroom pointing the gun at Mike. You were still talking to yourself like you were working something out in your head. Sonny moved slowly so he didn’t startle you.

“Y/N,” Sonny said our name softly. He saw you jump at the sound of his voice. “I’m coming closer and I’m going to put my hand on your shoulder, alright?” His hand gently gripped your shoulder.

Slowly, you turned to look at Sonny. Until he touched you, you thought hearing his voice was all in your head. “Sonny,” you breathed his name.

“Yeah, doll. It’s me,” he replied. “Here. Give me the gun,” Sonny instructed.

“I can’t. If-if he gets up he’ll…,” you mumbled shaking your head.

Sonny gently directed the gun down. “Shhh… it’s okay. You’re okay.” He was able to take the gun from your hand and tucked it into the back of his jeans.

Your eyes grew wide when you looked down and saw Mike. “Oh-oh my God. I-I shot him,” you gasped.

“Hey, guys! In here!” Sonny called out to the others. “C’mere,” he said to you.

When you didn’t move he picked you up and carried you out of the room.

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