Noachael stories<33

13/11/23

Idea from - 20110201EP and ItzzZoee (I think that's the right acc-) okay so I'm mixing ur ideas together to create more angst sorta- I'M VERY SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED LIKE I THINK ALL WEEK? I'M NOT SURE I'VE JS BEEN BUSY W MY BF AND SCHOOL AND I DIDN'T HAVE MUCH TIME TO JS WRITE A CHAPTER SO I'M SORRY X
The first part will be ItzzZoee idea and then the second part will be 20110201EP you'll know when u like read the chapter ig...? IDK IF U GET CONFUSED I'LL REPLY TO UR COMMENT AND EXPLAIN IT.
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Noah's pov:
"You shouldn't go to that meeting." I told Michael
He was invited to a meeting with all the mafias. I was invited as well but I didn't want him going.
"Why not? How come your gonna go attend it and I'm not allowed?" He raised an eyebrow
"Kids, leave the office." I sighed packing their toys into their bag and handing it to Saint
"No, but I'm right aren't I? How come you can go but I have to stay home? Why can't I go as well?" He walks to me
"Because, it's not bloody safe. What if you get stabbed? What's gonna happen then? It's all the bloody mafias all around the world, including your family." Saint leaves the office but Vivi doesn't budge
"Vivienne, leave." I pick her up
"I want to stay!"
I sit her down on the floor outside the door and shut it. She bangs on the glass but I ignore her. They can't hear us arguing and I can tell it's gonna be heated because of Michael being a brat.
"But you'll be there, you can fucking protect me, my family can protect me?"
"Michael. Do not make this difficult for me." I lift his chin
"But that's not fucking fair!" He yells
"You being a brat isn't fair either." He pushes me

"There's another fucking reason, isn't there? You know I'm safe but your hiding something else! Go on Noah Anderson fucking tell me! What are you hiding!!" His fists clench
"I'm not hiding anything! Actually, it's you that's hiding something. I've noticed." I grab his wrists before he has the chance to punch me
He freezes, chewing his lip and then he kicks me.
"Michael you fucking bitch!" I tighten my grip on his wrists
"Let go of me!" He tries to kick me again but I step into his feet which restrains him
"Don't make me tie you up Michael."
"But why can't I fucking go!" He bites onto my wrist
His anger is rising to the point I can't physically control him.
"Because it isn't safe for you, I've fucking said that about a hundred times Michael! Your not as strong as you think you are, they're more powerful than you bloody think so knock some sense!" I push him to the side of my desk, making him face me.
"I'm the fucking underboss!"
"Underboss my bloody ass! Your weak without your knife necklace or your switchblade." I grab his neck
"Your hurting me!" He fake whines
"Stop the acting! Your not fooling me, I've dealt with your stupid acts."
"Then let go of me!" He rolls his eyes
I accidentally loosen my grip and he runs out of my sight. He moves to the window.
"I'll jump. Don't test me Noah." He pulls the curtains
"Michael-Rose Anderson. If you think about jumping you watch what happens." I walk closer to him, grabbing his waist tightly, my nails digging into his thin shirt
"Then just tell me!" He shouts
"Stop being an actual bitch! I hate it that your so bloody difficult my days." I grab his leg before he kicks
He gets annoyed the fact I know when he's gonna hit. I just memorised it. He punches my jaw and runs to the window, climbing onto the window sill. I grab him again accidentally, instead of dropping him, I throw him a bit, his head hitting the glass table edge.
"Shit." I curse to myself
Sometimes I forget I'm way stronger than him. I pick him up, his head is bleeding slightly when I notice Vivi was watching us the whole time.
"Auntie Maisie!!" She yells and runs

"Stop apologizing." He groans
"But I'm sorry." I say
"Okay, I get it. Now quit it before I kick you out the bloody house." He lays on the pillow
"Fine. Does your head hurt?" I sigh cuddling him
"If you fucking hit my head against a glass table ON THE EDGE do you think I'm gonna be magically alright?"
"Yeah?"
"Oh your an idiot I swear to God. And I'm still going on that thing, what's it called?"
"Meeting?"
"Yeah whatever."

To earn Michael's forgiveness fully, he said he forgave me in such a sarcastic tone I knew he just said it because he wanted me to stop apologizing. So to earn it PROPERLY, we're going on a date. First was obviously, spending every single penny in my bank.

We were eating after an hour of arguing where to eat at. He ate his food happily while laying on my shoulder when my phone started vibrating.
"Go, take it." He mumbled
I took the phone and stood up, going somewhere quieter and answered the call. It was Mr Afton asking if we were going to attend the meeting.

When I came back, Michael was gone. Of course he has. I searched the full restaurant and couldn't find him. So I checked his Snapchat location. I turned on "find my iPhone" as well so I have a specific place to find him.

It's been three hours and I still can't find him, my legs hurt from walking. I haven't drove because both locations tell me he's around the block. then where the fuck is he? I searched each precise location properly, top to bottom, legit nothing. I stopped myself from tearing up, not the best for a mafia. His location changed slightly. His phone was moving in slight movements. I went to the exact bit when I heard whimpering from the ground. What the fuck. Do I dig up? There was a small pile of soil already on the ground, I kicked the soil away to find a hole. About the size that a human can just jump into.
"Michael?" I kneeled down
My voice echoed, a whimper returned. I reached my arm down only to find my hand being grabbed, that's Michael's fingers. I pulled my arm up, another arm returning, I yanked my arm and there was Michael. He coughed up a lot of mud.
"Ew." He sobbed
"What the fuck were you doing there?" I picked him up, grabbing a water bottle from my pocket and letting him spit out all the mud from his mouth
"I don't know. Someone came and grabbed me and then threw me there and just ran off." His phone fell out his pocket.
"It's broken." He coughs
"Does it work?" I asked picking him up and his phone.
"Yeah."
"Then use it till I buy you a new one." I kiss his forehead.

When we were walking back to the car Michael started pointing and coughing.
"Him!" He whisper yelled
"He did it?" I asked, grabbing my gun
He nods, I sit Michael down and aim for the guy, he was busy leaning on a black Mercedes scrolling away on his phone, I shot him once in the arm, once in his head and drove off watching him drop to the ground.