[Saturday July, 23rd 1988]
I woke up feeling terrible. I had a migraine that felt like someone was beating me in the head with a bat. I slowly sat up in bed and looked around. Realizing this isn't my own bedroom, I started to panic. I threw the covers off of my body and stood up, which was a bad idea since my body felt weak. I sat back down on the bed and placed a hand on my forehead. I then remembered what happened last night
I was kidnapped
I was terrified after remembering last nights events. I stood up again, and this time I didn't have any problems. I left out of the room slowly, not to be heard by anyone. I tiptoed around the place and after seeing a couple paintings, I came to only one conclusion.
"M-Michael?" I said to myself. Michael is the one that kidnapped me? What the fuck is wrong with him? I walked around the place trying to find him and seen him laying on the couch. I walked over towards him and seen that he was asleep. I was raging at this point. I slapped him as hard as I could and he jolted awake.
"The fuck is your problem?" He yelled while holding his face.
"My problem? You did all that just to get me to come over here? Are you fucking insane?" I yelled back.
"What the fuck are you talking about huh?" He said as he grabbed both my arms and started shaking me.
"Y-You fucking kidnapped me! You took me off the street and—"
"Are you stupid? Why the fuck would I do that?" He asked. "The last thing I remember is being thrown in a van and I wake up in your place?"
"Yeah because I saved your ass from getting killed!" He exclaimed and my eyes widened.
"W-What?"
"Fucking bastards tried to take you away from me. Not on my watch." He said. "And guess what it cost them for messing with you? Their life. Their fucking life and it goes for anybody else."
"But why? Why would someone—"
"Their after me! They know I'm in town and I know exactly who told them...that bitch is dead when I catch her." He said then stormed away. I followed him up to his room, which was the room I woke up in.
"Who are you referring to?" I asked him. He didn't answer me as he moved around the room frantically trying to find something to wear. "Michael!"
"Your so called fucking friend Denise."
I was stunned. Even with the knowledge I have of her being related to someone in a gang, I would have never thought she'd engage in those type of things. I don't know what Michael has done to her but it must have been worse than I could expect. "What is going on with you two? Why won't you tell me?"
"Alright fine, I'll just tell you." He started. "I met Denise years ago when I came here on business. We had a little fling that could have been serious if I hadn't found out about her motives. She works for those bastards and almost got me killed once. She's the reason I haven't been in Chicago for so long."
"B-But She said..she said you fucked her over. Broke her heart." I said.
"Lies. All lies. I wouldn't believe nothing that comes out of her mouth." Michael said as he took off his shirt and replaced it with a muscle shirt and a button down.
"How'd you know I was in trouble." I asked, my voice low.
"I told you I have eyes everywhere Kirsten." He smirked then walked out of the room. I followed behind and tried to leave out the front door but he stopped me. "I need you to stay here." He said.
"B-But my sister! I need to get her. I-I can't sit here while-"
"She's in the other room sleeping now stay here. I can't risk you running into trouble again." He leaned in and kissed me sweetly before leaving. I stared at the door, not able to process the kiss he laid upon my lips. I then turned around and looked in the spare bedroom and sure enough Raven was there. I guess he was too heated about last night situation and forgot to mention her being here. I let out a breath and went to lay in bed next to her.
***
Michael was gone for hours. He didn't return until the sun went down. The longer he was away, the more I worried. I know I shouldn't have been worrying, seeing that he knew how to hold his own, but I couldn't help these feelings. Raven was her same ole happy self after she woke up this morning. I didn't see any harm was done to her which relieved me.
Michael told me about his plan to take down the Scorpions but before he could start the actual plan, he needed to gather some people to work on the other side for him. He told me this was risky and he didn't want to start a war between them until the right time. I could only nod as he explained things. I didn't want to involve myself with the plans so I only listened.
He then went on to talk about us. He said he wanted me by his side for the rest of his life. I was taken back by his words. We've known each other for about a month and to hear him say he wanted to settle down with me made my heart warm. I didn't want to fight these feelings I had for him any longer, especially after finding out about Denise.
Speaking of Denise, Michael told me she was in my apartment when he went there to grab some clothes for me. I had no clue as to why she was in my apartment but Michael said it was probably a second attempt to kidnap me. He told me I was on lockdown in his place until this stuff dies down. I wasn't happy about his decision at all but as long as my sister is safe then I'll do it.
"If you need anything, I have Winston here to help you if I'm not here to do it for you." Michael went on. Winston was like his partner and I remembered him at the club. He didn't speak much either.
"Well I do need something." I spoke.
"What is it my love?" He said and I gushed. He knows I like when he calls me his love. "It's just a few girly things. I'll need some tampons—"
"Yeah, Winston will get all that for you." He cringed.
"Why the face? It's just tampons. Oh, and please for the love of God bring home some more food that I could cook. You have frozen dinners here and I don't like them."
"Well it was always just me here and I didn't plan on staying long but when I met you..those plans changed." He said as he leaned over and kissed my lips then kissed me along my jaw.
"Whatever, did you get my hair stuff?" I asked and he nodded. "Good."
"Come mere." He said lowly and I scooter closer to him. He pulled my chin towards him with two fingers then landed a kiss on my lips. We kissed slowly and passionately and I could feel the temperature rising in the room. His hands rubbed up and down my back while I pulled him closer to me by the back of his neck. "Let's go somewhere else." He mumbled onto my lips. I nodded and he pulled away.
Michael led me up to his room and closed the door. I pushed him on the bed and he grabbed my arms to pull me on top of him, My legs spread on both sides of him. He pulled me into another steamy kiss while unhooking my bra. My hands trailed down to his pants and I began to take his belt off.
Before we could go any further, we heard Raven's cries from the other room. I quickly got up and slipped my bra off, since it was too much to hook it back on. Michael groaned and laid back on the bed. "I'll be back." I told him then dashed out of the room.
***
"He can't keep you in that house!" Simone said over the phone.
"It's only for my safety. I didn't like the idea either but I understand where he's coming from." I told her. It was another day and Michael was long gone. He told me not to wait up for him because he would be gone all day. I was a little sad by it but I let it go and called Simone for some company.
"You have a life outside of him Kirsten. You can't let some guy come in and control you." She said and I frowned. If I could understand Michael's reasoning, why couldn't she?
"It's not him being controlling, it's just him protecting me. I was almost kidnapped ." I said.
"Yeah, because of him. I don't really like him much anymore..I think you should pack up and find somewhere else to reside." She said. "This man has put your life in danger and I hate that I even considered you being with him."
"He's not that bad...it's jus—"
"Controlling, and most importantly dangerous." She went on, saying that most famous word about Michael. I sighed, knowing I can't justify Michael's lifestyle. I could speak on him wanting to protect me but I can't when it comes to his profession. A fucking drug lord, gang leader.
"You gotta leave Kirsten. I don't want you to end up hurt, or worse dead."