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

Chapter 18

She dropped a folder onto the table beside me.
"Reports," she said flatly. "From last night. And the cameras."

I flipped it open without looking at her. "You don't rest, do you?"

"Rest gets people killed."

"Depends who you're resting next to."

Her eyes lifted unimpressed. "You planning on being funny this morning?"

"Wasn't trying."

She crossed her arms, jaw set. "You find what you needed in there?"

"Not yet."

"What exactly are you looking for?"

"Patterns. Leaks. Names that don't belong."

Her tone turned cold. "This isn't one of your little wars, Michael. It's a business."

I looked up. "Then start treating it like something people would kill for."

She didn't move, just stared back. "You always think violence solves everything."

"It usually does."

The screen on my phone buzzed, it was Ramon.
I opened the message. One look told me enough.

South Loop. Berth Twelve. Two trucks. Castelli's men.

I stood up.

She noticed instantly. "Where?"

"South docks."

"Then I'm coming."

I slid the phone into my pocket. "No, you're not."

"Michael—"

"You step one foot outside this room, and you'll have more than Castelli to deal with."

Her brow arched. "You still think you get to decide where I go?"

"I don't think, Evelyn. I decide."

The line hit the air like a warning. She stared at me for a long second, breathing steady, defiant.

"Control's a hell of a drug," she said.

"Good thing I don't get high."

"You used to," she shot back.

"Not anymore."

I grabbed my jacket from the chair. She moved toward the desk, blocking the edge.
"You go after him," she said, her voice stern "You better not die for pride."

I looked her over once, that fire still under her skin, burning like it always had.
"This isn't pride," I said. "It's unfinished business."

Her jaw worked, but she didn't say another word.

At the door, I paused. "Lock it."

"Michael—"

"If anyone knocks," I said without turning, "don't open it. Even if it sounds like me."

She didn't answer.

"I'll call when it's done."

"I won't pick up," she said softly.

"You better."

I left before she could prove me wrong.

The hallway was bright enough to sting.
Elevator down. Lobby eyes followed but didn't matter.

Outside, the car idled at the curb; Ramon behind the wheel, jaw locked tight.

"Talk," I said, sliding in.