Wait For You - 'Look After You' Sequel - A Michael Jackson Fanfiction

Chapter 15

It hurt more than I wanted to admit.

He turned. "One of my men called this last night. He said he caught a face outside the building last night."

Luca's stance shifted. "Who?"

"Dom Castelli."

The name dropped like a stone between us.

Luca cursed under his breath. "I thought he was dead."

Michael's gaze didn't waver. "So did I."

I leaned forward slightly. "He's been watching us?"

Michael nodded once. "He was seen at the back alley, your alley. Which means this isn't coincidence. He's circling again."

Luca tensed. "You want us to handle it?"

Michael's tone turned cold. "No."

He moved closer, the quiet weight of him filling the space. "You keep your people steady. You keep this place running. I'll take care of him."

I crossed my arms, meeting his stare. "So you show up to the club after three years just to tell us to sit still?"

His mouth twitched, almost a smirk, but not quite. "I didn't come for permission. I came to make sure you don't get caught in something you can't control."

"I can handle myself," I said.

"I know," he replied softly. "That's what worries me."

The words landed heavier than I wanted them to.

For a heartbeat, it felt like the old days again, when his concern didn't sound like an order.

Luca broke the silence. "If he's back, this isn't just business, Mike. It's a message."

Michael's jaw flexed. "Then I'll answer it."

He started for the door, stopping just before he reached it.

"Keep your guards sharp," he said. "Don't underestimate him."

He turned toward the door, coat shifting with the movement. "Keep your people in line, Evelyn."

He started to leave, paused just long enough to add, "And lock your doors tonight."

Then he was gone.

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The last light in the club flickered out behind me.

The alley was slick with rain. My keys sat cold in my hand as I rounded the corner toward my car.

And there he was.

Standing right next to my car.

Michael.

Hands in his coat pockets. Head bowed slightly.

The air around him somehow heavier, colder.
He didn't move. Didn't look at me. Just waited.

I stopped mid-step, the wet pavement reflecting both our silhouettes.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

He finally lifted his eyes, calm, unreadable. "Get in the car."

A muscle in my jaw twitched. "No. I have my own."

"Evelyn."

"I'm not repeating myself."

"Neither am I."

His tone was low. Commanding. Unflinching.

The space between us felt tighter suddenly, like the air knew better than to interrupt him.