A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this has taken so long to get out but I've been having these majorly bad, brain splattering headaches for the last few weeks and using my iPad has killed my head. So, sorry for that.
WARNING: Violent content (some āss-kicking in this chapter!)
Without further ado - the new chapter!
{Mikael POV}
I followed Tomb Raider out of the diner into the parking lot. My fists clenched and unclenched of their own accord, and I could feel the muscle in my jaw twitching. He turned to look at me and cracked his neck before shaking his arms out.
"Come on then, boy. Let's see what the legendary club dagger Hunter is made of, huh?"
I didn't like him.
"Unless you're afraid to go toe-to-toe with a brother when he knows you're coming rather than jumping him from behind like a coward."
Scratch that. I really didn't like him.
"And all in defence of the little princess's honour. But all the knight in shining armour BS you pulled for her, still didn't get you between her legs, now did it, Hunter?"
I was going to crush his skull under my boot and smile when his brains coated the tarmac.
He had downgraded Mia, my Mia, to no better than a whōre exchanging protection for sēx, and mocked the title I had earned through blood for my club.
My head tilted and I got that weightless, faraway feeling that I got whenever I slipped into my dagger mode. I was a weapon, honed by the club to produce maximum damage with minimum effort. I was only beginning before I was arrested, but I was still good enough for my reputation to precede me: Hunter, dagger of Dragonchain. After spending six years in prison, I'd learned a thing or two, plus bulked up a hell of a lot - not much to do in prison besides eat, sleep and work out.
Raider was beckoning me forward with his fingers now, yelling obscenities at me, but I couldn't hear him. I stepped forward as if in a trance; weightless, graceful, predatory. He was too busy goading me to notice the change in my demeanour. By the time he did notice, it was too late and I was upon him.
I punched him hard in the jaw and heard a crack, then followed up with a shot to his ribs. He huffed out a breath of air and doubled over. Before he had time to correct his mistake I shot my knee straight up into his nose, snapping his head back and hearing another loud crack. He took a blind swing and I caught it and twisted his arm until his shoulder dislocated and then I broke his arm. I dropped him and he landed in a crumpled, groaning heap on the asphalt. I raised my boot to stomp in his head, but was pulled back by Bullshark and Fridge.
They stayed between me and Raider while I paced back and forth, never taking my eyes off his prone form. He was still groaning, and I wasn't even breathing hard. Sam's hand landed on my shoulder and I flinched before relaxing and ending my pacing.
"You've gotten faster, Hunter. I didn't think it was possible, but there you go." I tossed him a grimacing smile over my shoulder. He patted it and then barked for Raider to be put in the van and for the rest of us to mount up.
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"I've been waiting for you to ask."
I tilted my head to the side to look at Sam. We'd stopped for the night at crāppy motel a few hours ago, but I hadn't been able to sleep. The bed was too comfortable and the windows didn't have bars. Until Sam spoke, I had assumed I was the only one awake.
"Waiting for me to ask what?"
"Don't play dumb Hunter, it doesn't suit you." Sam snapped at me. He let out a long breath and glanced at me. "That was uncalled for. I just... Expected you to have brought it up by now. Brought her up by now. But you haven't, and I can't stand waiting anymore. Will you just ask already?"
I tilted my head to the side. "Ask what, Sam?" He opened his mouth to reply, but I cut him off. "Why she never called? Why she never wrote? Why she never visited me? In all my six years in prison, I didn't get one single visitor, did you know that? Not one. Why she wasn't there at the pickup, even though she's gone with you to pick up brothers from that very same prison a dozen times before? Is that what you wanted me to ask? Or maybe you wanted me to ask how she was, how her life had been? Seeing as how I missed six years of it and all." Sam opened his mouth and I cut him off again, pointing a finger at him. "No! I'm not finished. Maybe you wanted me to ask what she looked like now, seeing as how the last time I saw her she was fourteen, all knees and elbows. The last time I asked you anything about her didn't exactly end well for me, did it? Hell, the last time I spoke to you about her didn't go well. But then I suppose that's what happens when you tell your best friend's father that you love their daughter, doesn't it? You get told you're not good enough for her. Six years. I'd been in love with that girl for six years, and when I finally worked up the courage to tell you, you destroyed any hope I had of being with her. Of her loving me. And now, six years on, after I've loved her for twelve, you sit there and ask me why I haven't asked about her. You really wanna know why? Because she never even made an attempt to contact me at all. Not once while I was inside. And you know what that tells me? Everything I need to know. She either hates me or she's forgotten me, either way, she'll never love me like I love her. So what's the point of asking? The answer is only going to fūcking depress me anyway."
Sam gave me a sad smile and I glared furiously at him. He dug in his pocket for a moment, and then handed me a piece of paper.
"I can answer one of your questions, at least."
I unfolded the paper, and saw a face smiling up at me. She was beautiful. It was Mia, all grown up. She was in blue jeans and a grey wife beater, leaning against a car with a huge grin on her face.
I laid down and rolled over, facing the wall. I was furious. He, Sam, had the audacity to ask why I hadn't asked about her? He knew better than anyone how I felt about Mia. And he was throwing it back in my face that she didn't feel the same. I lay there and fumed, unconsciously rubbing my thumb over Mia's face in the picture, until I heard Sam's voice.
"She hasn't forgotten you."
I shut my eyes tight, and curled in on myself. So she hated me then. Well, at least I knew.
"She doesn't hate you either. She misses you." I scoffed at that, holding the picture in my hand close to my chest.
"She's got a weird fūcking way of showing it."
"Mia... Mia never visited you, yes. Never contacted you. But there was good reason for it."
How could there ever be a good enough reason to abandon your best friend?
"... She never knew you were in prison."
A/N: Tadah! A new chapter for you guys, because I love you so much! No seriously, I've had to write this whole chapter in practically one-line sessions, because any longer makes my head pain excruciating, and nauseating, so I have to stop. You better feel the fūcking love.
JUST KIDDING!
But really, it did majorly hurt my head, which is why it's so late. I've had this in my head for a while, but haven't been able to actually write it. I apologise for my lateness!
You know a great way to make my head feel better and soothe my pain...
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So, a little bit of ranting from Mikael there. And Mia didn't know he was in prison! *gasps* What do you guys think?
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Okay. I'm done.
-TigerCrossbow