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

Chapter 19

Michael
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The warehouse reeked of rust and rain.

The kind of place you could kill a man and still hear the water drip after.

Dom Castelli stood dead center, cigarette burning low, grin stretched like he'd been waiting years for this moment.

"You made good time," he said, smoke curling in the dark. "So, I'll start with the basics. Pier Eight, the crates are marked 'fuel tanks.' Franco's running the dock. You remember Franco?"

I didn't answer.

He smirked. "Course you do. He had to learn to walk again because of you back in the day."

I stepped forward.
"You done talking?"

"Almost." He flicked the cigarette, ember dying in the puddle.

"After Elias died you know, somebody had to hold his place, you didn't obviously. I kept his lines warm. Kept his people fed. His daughter should be thanking me. You too, Jackson. You didn't do much."

My jaw tightened.
"Don't say his name."

Dom's grin widened.
"You mean hers?"

I raised my gun.
"Don't finish that sentence."

But he did.

"Elias's little girl. You tell me...she look better on her back or—"

Crack.

The gunshot ripped through the air.

Dom dropped fast, head bouncing hard off concrete, body folding like dead weight.

The silence after was thicker than blood.

I hadn't pulled the trigger.

The smell of gunpowder hit first. It was sharp, clean, then the sound of heels.

I turned.

Evelyn stood under the warehouse light, gun still smoking in her hand. Her eyes didn't flinch.

Her jaw didn't move.

But her breathing was fast.

Controlled, but fast.

"Hope you weren't trying to talk him to death," she said quietly.

I stared at her stunned and furious.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" My voice came out louder than I meant.

She walked closer. Calm but soaked, like the rain hadn't touched her.

"You didn't answer your phone."

"So you followed me?" I snapped.
"You followed me into a setup I was handling?"

"No." Her voice stayed flat. "I followed you because Dom had a kill box mapped around this place. Your crew didn't see it." She looked at the shadows behind me. "I did."

I took a step toward her. My pulse hammering now, not from fear, from fury.

"You think that gives you the right to take the shot?"

She didn't blink. "I took the shot because none of your men would. And you were seconds from walking into it."

"You don't get to decide that, Evelyn."
I moved closer. The rage finally cracking through.

"That kill was mine. That was my closure. My decision. Not yours."

"You wouldn't have lived long enough to make it."

My voice dropped, deadly low. "You're proud of that?"

"No."

Now she stepped in. Close. Almost chest to chest.