AN: The song the men were dancing to.
The men clearly not ready to give up, drag themselves off the ground and charge at him. Michael smiles as he welcomes the exercise. Within a few minutes, all the men were unconscious on the ground. Michael took up the three packages, he then took up his knives which had fallen, and placed them back in their sheath.
He then walks over to Jermaine who was holding up Evan. "Let's go," Michael said supporting Evan's other side, half lifting him off his feet as Jermaine did. "Thank you for your help man" Evan croaked and wince in pain. "The same goes for me, thank you, his deadline is almost up, we need to get him back to the compound, now," Jermaine said quickening his steps.
They were walking along the road when a car pulled up beside them and Michael immediately reached for his whip. "No, wait, he's a customer," Evan said and wince again. A man rolls down his window and stretches out his hand. "Got any product?" He asks in a rough tone from the darkness inside the car.
"Only fifty grand bags," Jermaine answers for Evan. The man handed Jermaine a wad of cash and Jermaine handed him one of the packages and the car drove off but not before Evan took a picture of the licence plate with his phone. Michael looks at Evan with a question in his eyes.
"Just in case the money is short," Evan said in answer to Michael's silent question. Michael nodded and lifted Evan again and was about to move off when Evan spoke. "Wait," He said as Jermaine was about to put the money in his pocket. "Give Michael twenty grand, you take twenty and put ten in my pocket," Evan said wincing again.
"What! Are you fucking crazy! Do you really want to die so badly that you're thinking of stealing from the boss?" Jermaine asks angrily. "Seriously dawg, keep your boxers on. We're not stealing from the boss. I owe the boss seventy grand, those two packages are worth a hundred grand, so I'll be paying him back with interest, he doesn't even have to know about this fifty grand. Besides you two risk your lives to help me, it's the least I can do, now do as I say and let's get the fuck out of here before those assholes catch up to us." Evan orders.
"I didn't do this for monetary gain," Michael said pushing the money away when Jermaine tried to give it to him. "Man, cut the bullshit! I know you didn't do this for the money, neither did Jermaine but it may be the last thing I can do to say thank you." Evan said.
"What do you mean, last thing?" Jermaine asks. "What do I mean? Come on man, think, even though I pay back the boss with interest and saved my sisters from a fate worse than death, he may still put a bullet in my head." Evan said with a snort as they walked along the road.
"You paid your debt like he commanded you to, why would he still harm you?" Michael asks. "Why? Because his two prize possessions left the compound without his permission to save my ass, that's why?" "Oh, well don't worry, I'll beg for you if it comes to that," Jermaine says as another car pulls up beside them.
"What the fuck do you mean he's not on the compound?" Razor barks, his voice booming through the halls. "Sorry boss but reports are that he left with Jermaine." One of the men said nervously. "Find them, now!" He barks again. The man turns to leave but Michael, Evan, and Jermaine walk in before he can reach the door.
"Get out!" He orders the three men that were in the room and they all hurried out. "It was your job to go get my fucking money. Why did you involve them?" Razor asks pointing his gun at Evan's forehead. "So…sorry…boss….I…" Evan began nervously but was cut off by Michael's voice.
"He didn't, I decided to follow him," Michael said pulling Evan aside and taking his place in front of the weapon. "You really think you're some kind of hero, don't you?" Razor asks cranking his weapon and placing it against Michael's forehead.
"I'm no hero but if I see where I can assist someone, I will and for that, I do not need your permission," Michael said his voice calm and firm as he met Razor's glare. "Motherfucker, you need my permission to breathe," Razor said pushing Michael in his head with the gun.
"And you had better watch your fucking tone when you talk to me." Razor was about to hit Michael in the head with his gun again but Michael blocked the blow with one hand and within seconds his other hand was holding the curve knife at Razor's throat.
Jermaine and Evan froze in shock as they watched what was unfolding before them. The knife was so close to Razor's throat that Razor couldn't even breathe much less swallow. Michael slowly lifted his eyes to meet Razor's and as many men as Razor had been up against in the past, he had never encountered such a deadly look in anyone's eyes before.
"Holy shit! Whoa, whoa, easy, down panther." Blade said running into the room and over to Michael. "Um Michael, have you ever heard the saying, don't bite the hands that feed you?" Blade asks softly as he gently touches Michael's arm that was holding the knife.
Michael's arm slowly moves away from Razor's throat and he puts the knife back in its sheath at his side, takes a step back, and bows slightly in Razor's direction. Razor growls, raises his hand, and is about to hit Michael but Blade gently touches his hand and shakes his head, pleading with him not to.
Razor growls again, walks back behind his desk, and slams his gun down on it. "Get the fuck out, all of you, Jermaine, you stay." Razor orders. Michael looks over at Jermaine to see how he feels about being told to remain, Jermaine's smile confirms that he isn't the least bit worried, so Michael nods at him before walking from the room.
"What the fuck happened out there?" Razor asks glaring at Jermaine. "Sorry Daddy, I didn't mean to get involved." Jermaine says softly. "were you in any danger?" "No Daddy, but umm what I saw Michael did tonight makes me think that Blade might be right about him being an assassin. He knew how to use the whip which means he has done it before, it's as if he command the whip, I'm still trying to figure out how he slice the back of their hands without taking off their entire fingers...
and the way he sails those knives, and connects with his targets, we all know that's not easy to do but he did it with ease. I know that you have been trying to break him, but this man won't be easy to control, look at what he just did, that shit isn't normal." "I know," Razor snaps. "but I have never failed in breaking in an asshole and I won't fail with him either, the more he resists, the harder things will get for him, and to achieve that I need you to keep an eye on him and report back to me, got it?" "Yes, daddy,"
"When did I say was the only time you are to call me that?" Razor asked in a deadly tone, Jermaine flinched and took a step back from the desk. "Sorry Boss." He repeats softly. "Go to your room now, and stay there." Razor orders. "Yes Boss." With his head down Jermaine walks from the office.
On his way back to his room Michael heard a kind of music he was sure he had never heard before. He headed in the direction of the sound and saw a few of the men and a few girls dancing to the music. Their moves were very interesting and unusual and for a few minutes, he just stood there watching them until the music stopped.
These Islanders were a peculiar set of people, He thought with a small smile on his face as he turned and walked toward his room. He enters his room, takes a bottle of water, places it to his lips, and empties it before setting the bottle down and picking up his phone. A small smile creases the corner of his lips as he notices that Liah has called him six times.
He was about to dial her number when his phone rang again and he answered it. "Buenos noches Island princess." He said into the phone. "Buenos noches mysterious prince that called me once and disappeared." She says with a soft chuckle.
"My apologies, I was trying to save one of the men here from certain death." He said. "I can imagine, anyone who is around that man will be exposed to certain death at some point." She said with a snort. "I agree, but does that include me?" He asks. "Yes, so please watch your back." "I will." "So were you able to save him?" She asks. "Yes, I did. So how have things been with your Island prince?" He asks.
"Well, things have been a bit awkward since I came back, with all the stigma and assumptions about what I supposedly went through. He has been struggling with that but now…." Her voice trails off sadly.
"And now?" He asks urging her to continue. "Well he heard about our encounter on the street and let's just say, he isn't happy about it." She said. "I'm sorry about that, it was not my intention to cause you grief." "Don't worry, you didn't, I was worried about you, actually, I'm still worried about you and given the situation, I don't regret my actions." She said.
"Neither do I but I have a question, has your prince said anything relating to me since you return home?" he asks. "Not really? He just asks a lot of questions about you, not that I could answer in any detail, I was told not to talk about you to anyone, why?" "A young lady was sent to my room last night to pleasure me and according to her everyone here is under the impression that we have been intimate on more than one occasion, she said even your prince would've known by now."
"He didn't say anything to me about that even though I'm beginning to think that he no longer thinks I'm a virgin but wait, you let a strange woman pleasure you? As in touch you?" She asks as raw jealousy courses through her. "But you could be married, with children and they could be out there searching for you right this minute.
How could you let a strange woman touch you like that, we don't even know who she has been with, or if she has any disease. I bet she couldn't wait to touch you either, twit, you need to make better choices, not because you're in that hell hole means you've to act like them….I….mean…."
"Island princess." He calls trying to get her attention but she doesn't hear him because her ranting continues. "I can't believe she touched you, with her filthy fingers and..ugh….I mean….seriously…..?" "Island princess." He said a little louder.
"What?" She snaps. "I said she was sent to my room to pleasure me, I did not say she did." "You did not say she did….wait? does that mean she didn't?" "No, she didn't, I turned her down and she wasn't happy about it either." He chuckles.
"You did?" "Yes." "Oh, um sorry." She said in an awkward tone. "Apology accepted, now tell me, how are your family and how have things been at work?" He asks laying back on the bed.
Thank you all for reading and for sticking
With me
Words of encouragement
Not all storms come to disrupt your life
Some come to clear your path
Riddle from the last ch:
What did one raindrop say to the
Other rain-drop?
Ans: Two's company, three's a cloud.
Ha, okay, good one. Here's another.
If two's a company and three is a crowd
What is four and five?
Good luck my lovelies and be safe