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5 - A Perfect Plan
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Michael was impatiently waiting as the small alarm clock to his right kept clicking by as the seconds passed. It was 9:55 P.M., which meant it was almost time. If Antoni found him. Michael hoped with everything he had that he was able to.
If he didn't leave this house and the three bodyguards tonight he would officially go psychotic.
Luck seemed to be on Michael's side for tonight, since Calum was the one who was sleeping with him. Out of the three, Michael has noticed that Calum is the deepest sleeper. He was already fast asleep in him slumber for the night, so he felt confident when he finally slid out of the bed quickly but quietly.
He quietly grabbed a side bag he packed earlier with a change of clothes instead of having to wear his comfy clothes. He slide the window open, looking outside and searching for any sign of Antoni being there.
Michael grinned when he saw Antoni waving at him as he leaned against his car. He pushed his body through the window, grabbing onto the edges of the wall and carefully climbing down the two story building.
He was a strong, calculated man. Even though his father and mother liked to hide Michael away with protection, Michael still knew how to take care of himself.
He quickly jogged to his friend once his feet hit the ground, "Thank fuck you found me."
"Dude, what's going on?" Antoni asked astoundingly.
"Let's get out of here and I'll explain."
The two quickly got in the car and started their way into the dark streets. Michael peeled his sweatpants and tank top off to instead put on his packed black skinny jeans, white button up shirt, and his leather jacket.
"Head to the nearest club. I need a fucking relief." Michael started, "My dad sent me away with Luke, Calum, and Ashton."
"No way..."
"Yes way. The Sorentties have been pushing too hard to the point my mom finally panicked and made my dad send me away for protection. And out of everyone and anyone to choose from he fucking picks them."
"That's sucks." Antoni scoffed, knowing how much Michael disliked the three men, "What if they figure out you're gone?"
"They won't." Michael said confidently. Too confidently, "Let's forget about this shit show though. I need to get my mind off of it all."
"I got you, brother." Antoni smirked already planning a night of partying for them.
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Michael shouted as he took his third shot in a row, grinning at Antoni and the small crowd that was partying with them.
"How's this to get your mind off of everything?" Antoni slurred, wrapping his arm around Michael and grinning in his face.
"Fucking amazing! I fucking needed this." He sighed out, accepting another shot the bartender poured.
Antoni found a nearby club that seemed to be pretty popular and busy. Even though they were out of the main parts of the city where the Clifford's majority ruled, the bouncers knew exactly who Michael was and let him and Antoni in instantly.
They, of course, received the VIP treatment as well. They were poured every drink they wanted, every pretty girl was thrown their way, and they received the utmost respect from the owner as he formally introduced himself and were given a private section of the club just for themselves if they wanted for the night and any other night they wanted.
Michael missed this feeling... the feeling of being powerful and on top of the world. Even though it was temporary, since he'd have to sneak back into his prison later, he was floating in ecstasy.
He wasn't drunk, since he had a pretty high tolerance and had eaten a lot that day. He had drank enough to feel a slight buzz to help with the overall feeling of being on top of the world.
Him and Antoni were at the bar, accepting drinks and allowing the pretty girls and the wannabe tough guys join them. Their little group was a ruckus of young adults having fun in the night by drinking, yelling out the lyrics to songs, and dancing to the beats.
Nothing could beat this feeling—
"Come with us. Now, Michael."
Michael froze when he felt a sharp grip on his arm pull him away from the bar. There he saw an enraged Calum and Ashton with deadly glares.
"Michael, you okay?" Antoni asked concerned, even with the slur to his voice.
"Busted." He rolled his eyes in annoyance, "I'll see you."
Michael allowed Calum to basically drag him out of the club. He groaned out in annoyance when the man violently pushed him into the back of the black SUV that Luke was driving. Calum got into the passenger seat while Ashton sat next to Michael in the back.
"Is this really all necessary?" He rolled his eyes as Ashton buckled him in.
Michael then unexpectedly felt a sharp slap to his face before his jaw was grabbed forcefully. His eyes widened in shock as his eyes met Ashton's angered ones.
"Did you just fucking slap me?"
"You deserve so much more than a fucking slap, brat. Do you not understand the situation you and your family are in? The Sorentties will do anything to get an upper hand in this war. Finding the Clifford son escaping out of hiding and taking him for their own would be a perfect plan."
"Like I don't know, Ashton! I knew the risks of leaving and yet I still did. Anything to get away from you fucking three!"
Ashton growled out and Michael started to slightly get worried when he saw a complete and utter anger within the man's hazel eyes. He's never seen him like this before. He's never seen anyone like this before...
"You understand the risks: that you could get taken, hurt, or killed and yet you still fucking leave. So that leaves me with one last question: what can I and the others do for you to finally understand your place?"
"My place? Fuck you! You're the one who needs to understand who you are and who you fucking work for, Irwin."
"I work for your father. Not you, brat." Ashton seethed out, grabbing Michael's hair and pulling harshly at it. This made Michael whine out in pain.
He tried to fight against Ashton, but like he's mentioned before... he's much stronger and bigger than him. His whole job was to be intimidating and to physically protect the family.
"Let me the fuck go!"
"As you wish." Ashton smirked as the car finally stopped, "Get inside the fucking house."
Michael groaned out in pure annoyance, slamming the door shut and going inside a new house. The three paranoid fucks must have changed their safe house location.
Michael was going to go upstairs and to sleep in order to ignore them, but he was swiftly grabbed and slammed against the wall before he was able to.
"What now?" He whined out when he saw Luke towering over him, "Yes, I get it. You're all pissed I made your job harder for you. I'm back in my prison now, so no reason to worry anymore."
"For being a Clifford you really are so fucking stupid."
"What—" He started to ask angrily, but Luke's aggressive mouth against his own cut Michael off.
Michael was frozen against the wall as Luke roughly kissed him and pressed him against the surface. He could not believe this was happening... and why did he like it?
He slowly started moving his lips against Luke's, soon catching up to the other man's fast and rough tempo. Michael sharply gripped onto Luke's shoulders when the man moved his mouth to Michael's pale neck.
Michael saw Calum and Ashton watching with anger and lust in their eyes and again he had to ask himself: what the fuck was going on?
"Listen good, brat, because I'm not going to repeat myself," Ashton started, "We're finally going to put you in your place and teach you who's in charge here. You think a small slap is all you're going to get for sneaking out? You're dead fucking wrong, slut. Go upstairs and find the bedroom. Now."
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