NOVEL WEB Chapter 265: Trust me.
There was silence after James shouted, though Mike knew very well it wasn't personal, and it wasn't because James was bossing around no, it was because he was frustrated with himself. It was clear that something happened with that guy.
So he didn't say anything more, because he knew if he just pushed on, he was just going to cause more suffering to him, because it was clear that James was having a panic attack caused by something that happened inside with this Darvik guy, this mysterious figure who just welcomed them. And he could guess that something big truly happened between them, while outside, nothing.
They just stood in the terminal, facing off with the soldiers but nothing more. Just calmly eyeing each other almost like they were flashing their power, like telling them that one wrong move and they're dead, that they are in power here.
And judging by James's reaction now, it was more clear.
It was just shocking to say at least, like seeing James in that state was something that Mike never even imagined to ever see… like seeing him this vulnerable and in full fear, full panic… that just wasn't him. It wasn't James, wasn't the mafia leader, wasn't the head of the Bellini family they all know. Rather than that, it seemed like the demon in his head was chatting with him, playing mind games… almost like he is truly losing himself now… losing his sanity.
Though Mike quickly got these thoughts out of his mind, because these are the worst to think about. Thoughts that just make loyalty weak… thoughts that come with questions… if he really is someone to follow to death when he is clearly unstable?
Yeah, he knocked all of it off because he promised himself to never question him. He is still the leader. He is still the one he will die for if the time comes. Let him be insane, crazy, mentally unstable… whatever the fuck it is… he will be on his side, and whoever questions him, whoever brave enough to plot behind his back, to think this unstable is a chance to act up… will be killed, will be punished.
"We should go…" James whispered as he finally had enough power to stand on his own, and he got way better by this silence… by the comfort of Mike, as he was on his side, as he felt his grip, as he felt the pain in his palm as it still bled.
"Here is your cane." Mike gave it to him, and it just made James with it look like a… maybe a demon, messenger of death, the angel of death… and suddenly all his thoughts about betrayal, that somebody will stand up against him… it just all went away within seconds.
There was no fucking way somebody would stand up against him, and even if yeah… they would fucking perish from the face of the world.
Because James is James fucking Bellini, and with that cane as blood dripped down it, his face pale as a ghost and his eyes bloodshot red, he looked otherworldly. His entire presence was just… terrifying.
A fucking demon… Mike thought, as he noticed that even some blood came from James's mouth too, like making him look like a vampire or something… and how insane it is… everywhere he walks, there is truly blood. Let it be his own or others'. And he didn't even wipe it, didn't even care about the blood. Why would he, when blood is actually part of his life?
He already had it in hand with it, with the smell of it, with the brutality of it… with the meaning of blood.
Though putting all it aside, he truly looked fucked, like one moment he was radiating this aura and the second moment he just looked like somebody about to die on the spot.
"Before we go, I need to do something with your palm. So please, sit back down and relax a bit." Mike said as he looked at James's eye, and he actually did it and of course he did it when everything was just too much for him, or more like what he had imagined was too much, what his mind played with him… but to be true, he started to calm down.
Because the reality was that they are fine, and that's the only thing that matters, not what could have happened to them.
"You… brought bandages?" He asked as Mike was bandaging up his other hand too.
"Yeah, I always bring it in my pocket to be sure." He smiled as he covered James' palm. "It's not illegal to have, and well, bandage can be the difference between life and death." He said as he tucked the end of it in, finishing it and finally stopping the sound of the blood dripping on the floor… but what he asked next was, well, surprising to say at least.
"Do you want a line?"
"Line?" James asked as he looked up from his hand to Mike.
"Yeah, well not a line but a tiny bit of it." Mike grinned as he pulled out the white magic out of his pocket… he stole it from the plane. "You know, white magic is actually medicine if it's used correctly and in a small amount. Of course, it's only true for the pure, but it is pure. I tasted it." He said as he opened the little plastic bag up. "If you dip your pinky finger in and then put it up under your tongue, it's called buccal administration, basically, the drug acts slower but it's better as your body has more time to understand what is happening." He said as he held the pouch in front of James.
"But my heart is racing…" He said as narrowed his eyes at Mike who was just straight up smiling holding the bag… it almost seemed like a straight up assassination attempt.
The most surreal assassination attempt and by Medical Mike.