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

Chapter 17

Evelyn
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The door shut behind us, muting the noise of the club downstairs.

Luca slumped into the chair opposite of me, arms folded. Michael didn't sit.

He stood near the window, hands in his pockets, that same unreadable expression on his face as he watched the city lights bleed across the glass.

I opened the folder on the desk, spreading out the photos Ramon had sent through the night before.

"Two of Dom's men at the alley. One inside near the service bar. They're not being subtle anymore."

Michael didn't turn around.
"They want us to know they're watching."

"That's exactly what I said," Luca murmured.

"They're sloppy," I continued, sliding the photos toward him. "If they're getting bold enough to show their faces, it means they're nervous. We hit first."

Michael's voice cut through the air. "No."

I blinked. "No?"

He turned from the window, walking closer. His tone stayed flat, even. "You hit first, you lose your advantage. Let them keep showing up, and we'll learn what they're planning."

"Or we'll end up with blood on our floor again," I snapped.

"Not if you're careful."

That made me laugh low and sharp. "You think I don't know how to be careful?"

He didn't react. "I think you move too fast when you feel cornered."

I pushed the chair back and stood, the distance between us shrinking. "And I think you forget whose floor this is now."

He stopped moving.

"This is my club, Michael," I said, my voice steady. "You built it, sure. But I run it now. You don't get to walk in here and tell me how to handle my people."

Luca straightened, sensing the shift. "Hey—"

I didn't look at him. "Go back to your club. Play king there if you need to."

Michael's jaw flexed. He leaned forward, palms braced against the desk, close enough that I could see the faint scar along his wrist.
"You think I'm here because I miss the crown?" he said, voice low.

"Enlighten me on why you're here, please."

His gaze locked with mine steady and dark. "Because Dom is mine."

"I don't care what city he crawls into," he went on. "I don't care whose name is on the building. If he's breathing, I'll find him. I'll end him. That's not up for debate."

Luca rose, stepping between us, palms raised. "Alright, both of you, just...take a breath, yeah? Evelyn, he's not wrong. And Mike, she's not helpless. She knows what she's doing."

Michael didn't move. His voice dropped lower. "I know exactly what she's doing. That's why I'm not letting her walk into his sights."

I folded my arms, the irritation sparking under my ribs. "You don't get to decide that anymore."

His eyes narrowed. "You think I'm deciding for you?"

"That's exactly what you're doing."

For a second, something passed between us, not anger, not softness. Something heavier. Recognition, maybe.

Luca broke the silence, voice careful. "Look, we've all got the same target here. You just have different ways of pulling the trigger."

Michael finally stepped back, reclaiming his calm. "We wait. He'll come back. When he does, we take him alive. No chaos, no noise. I want answers."