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"Ian, you know the address, right?" Lip asked as I came downstairs to the kitchen. He sat at the dining table with a cup of tea. Was it unusual for Lip to be drinking tea? Yeah. But he only drinks it when he's sick.
I nod, "It's a ten minute walk since it's on the other side of the neighbourhood." I go over to the kitchen to make myself a quick bowl of cereal, "Why are you having me interview this drug lord again?"
He set down his steaming mug and sighed, possibly annoyed that he has to repeat himself to me, "I told you, it's supposed to be educational for the school paper. The guy was able to sign a contract that promised he wouldn't get into shit with the cops and remain anonymous." He sipped his tea again before adding, "You better not rat him out, Ian. You can get yourself killed. This is Mickey Milkovich we're talking about here."
I roll my eyes and eat my cereal, "I know.. Everyone 'round here knows not to fuck with him..."
He scoffed, "Yeah. So just do the interview and come back."
"I will."
I finished my breakfast and get up to put my dishes in the sink. I then go to the counter to grab the notebook of questions and the recorder,
"I'll see you when I get back." I say as I pull my shoes on before leaving the house. It was warm outside, felt nice. There were a few clouds but that's about it. I look over at the questions Lip had so I wouldn't make a fool of myself during the interview.
• What do you sell?
• Do you try your own supply?
• Are you worried about getting addicted?
• Do you ever have showdowns?
• So what made you start dealing?
• Do people owe you money? If so, how are you going to handle it?
• What is the most that someone owed you?
• How did you resolve it?
• Is this job hard to keep up?
• What skills would you need to do this job?
• What drugs have you taken?
• What kind of people are your average customer?
• Anyone interesting?
• Do you-
Fuck, were these a lot of questions, Lip... God damn..
I look back over at the house as if I could see him and get an answer as to why he had these many questions.
The ten minutes went by pretty fast and I soon made it to a large house, kind of like mine, with a black iron fence. A few people were sitting on the doorsteps and were now staring at me...
"Who the fuck you here for?" A Russian thug asked me as he stood up to come down to the gate.
I swallowed carefully, "Uh... M-Mickey Milkovich, sir..."
The guy looked back at the other male who was out there with him and that guy nodded before standing as well to go into the house.
"So you're the pipsqueak who wants an interview with Mr. Milkovich?"
"Kind of... I'm here for my brother. He has the fl-"
"Ah, I don't care anymore.." He looked back at the door again to find that... Holy fucking shit... Was this guy Mickey Milkovich?
He had piercing blue eyes, fine eyebrows that were currently arched, black hair that was slicked back nicely, a pale complexion, and he wore a white tank with faded blue jeans and black low top converse.
"You Lip Gallagher?"
His voice... It was hot as fuck...
I clear my throat as I watch him make his way to the fence, "No, I'm his brother.. Ian... He's sick so he asked for me to do the interview for him..?"
We were now face to face and he opened the gate door,
"Alright. Come in..."
Hesitant, I walked into the yard and followed Mickey up the stairs. I was actually expecting him to be a bit taller with more muscle, but oh well. He was still a fine piece of-
"My men are gonna search you, make sure you didn't bring no cameras or shit. If you do happen to have one, I'll slit your throat..." He stood to the side as his men came up to me. They began to pat me down and that's when I became nervous for I was currently staring at Mickey... The feeling of hands roaming my body wasn't exactly helping either... He was beautiful... Trying not to fantasise about this drug lord, I looked him up and down once more... The white tank fit him tightly, hugging his muscles, and I would be damned if I dared look at the way his pants complimented the curve of his ass... I licked my lips as a slow hand slid down my thighs... I bet he'd look even better wrapped around my-
Fuck no...
I tried to repeat the phrase, "naked grandma". Sadly, it was too late and my cheeks flushed. One of the guys felt my erection and gave me a disturbed look. My cheeks grew more red.
"He's clear." One of them said for the rest.
The one who knows about my boner was whispering to Mickey. Mickey looked over at me and scoffed. My heart sank.
"Alright, Gallagher, let's head to the room."
His dominant tone added to my earlier fantasy...
I follow him to this dimly lit room that appeared to be his office. It had black leather seats in front of a dark wooden desk of which had a glass counter top. The seat behind that resembled a king's throne... I could already imagine-
Okay, no. Ian, you need to focus on your brother's interview...
Mickey sat in his throne as I sat in the comfortable chair across from him. He placed his feet up on the desk surface and sat back in his seat, like he owned everything and everyone... And that was because, well, he pretty much did...
"So, what questions does your brother have for me?"
I bite my lip gently for he seemed sexy as fuck at the moment... I look up at him to find that his eyebrow was now raised, waiting for me to speak.
"Oh, yeah, yes... Sorry..."
I flip open the notebook and turn on the recorder, "You're going to be recorded, is that okay?"
Both of his eyebrows were raised now,
"Yes, as long as my name don't come from your mouth... If it does then I'm shooting that thing out of your hands. Let me get my voice changer in that case..."
I nod and watch as he takes his feet off his desk and bends down in his seat to open a desk drawer. He came back up and put on this headset that had a microphone attached to one side. The other side of the mic set was connected to a speaker. He turned on the equipment and sat back again, this time he crossed his right leg over his left...
"Alright, I'm ready."
I jumped slightly for his voice sounded demonic. It was still audible though. I press record and set the recorder on my lap before asking away,
"What do you-"
"Sell? Really?" He sat up.
I gulp and nod, "I'm sorry..."
He rolled his eyes, "Mary Jane, coke, acid, meth, and laced shit."
I scribble down the answer in the notes as well just in case the recording fails.
"Okay... Do you try your own supply?"
He scoffs, "The fuck? What kind of question is that? Of course I do! Gives me the clients' trust."
"That's good, cause.."
He gave me a weird look. As if to ask me what the fuck am I doing.
"Yeah, right..." I look at the next question and remind myself that this is an interview, not a personal hangout.
"Are you worried about getting addicted?"
He was staring at something in the room as he listened but now faced me, appearing to be annoyed,
"Turn that shit off..."
I quickly stopped recording and turned the recorder off.
"Jesus, you sound like a control freak..." I mutter under my breath.
He turned off the voice changer and smirked slightly, "Oh, I exercise control in all things, Ian." He winks at me.
I raised an eyebrow and watched as he took off the headset,
"Lemme see those questions..." He reached a hand out to get the notebook. I handed it to him and he sat back, reading over what was written. He then scoffed and tossed the notebook onto his desk,
"At this point I'm beginning to wonder if your questions are better than his..."
I blush slightly for I didn't know what he meant... If he's wanting a question from me, I only have one...
"Well? Out with it!" He snapped.
"Are you gay?!"
It took me a moment, and his facial expression to go from irritable to confused, to realise I've asked that out loud...
He cleared his throat and folded his arms carefully on top of his desk,
"Yes.. I am..."
He currently wore a small smirk... I shifted in my seat awkwardly and looked down at my lap. He soon stood from his chair and went around the desk to sit on the chair next to me. My body was beginning to overheat...
"Tell me, Ian... What would you like to share with me about you?"
I bit my lip and looked up at him nervously, "I... I'm no one special honestly..."
He raised an eyebrow, "Huh, don't buy it, but-"
A knock sounded at the door and Mickey looked over to the direction of the sound,
"Come in!"
One of his men opened the door,
"Sir? Your regular is here..."
I sigh in relief for I didn't want to be here anymore... This guy was intimidating...
"Tell his ass to wait," He chuckled and looked back at me, "This dude, he's a-"
"Oh no, it's fine... You can go, sir. I have to get to work anyways.."
He gave me a weird look before sighing and standing up,
"Alright then, Gallagher. Leave the notebook here and give me your brother's email. I'll answer the rest of the questions from there."
I nod and get up as well.
"You know, I bet you could work for me.." I soon hear that sexy, dominant voice say. My face flushes and I turn slowly to face him again,
"Oh.. No... You wouldn't want me..."
He cocked his head to the side, "How so?"
I scoff, "Well, I mean... Look at me..." I'm really hoping he sees me: the ginger boy who looks like he's the most innocent of them all.
He smirked, "I am..." I felt my temperature rising...
He then shrugged, "I dunno, Gallagher... I think you're wrong.."
My eyebrows furrowed together. Was he telling me if I'm right or wrong?
"I.. I'm sorry. I wish I had the time to think about it, but I must go..."
He arched an eyebrow and studied me once more before sighing again. He appeared to be disappointed, "Well then, I understand. Come, I'll walk you out..."
I look around his house as he led me to the front door. The decor was simple. A bit worn down for some...
"I'm hoping to be seeing you around..."
His voice startles me, I swear. I laugh nervously. When will he be seeing me, though? He walked me to his gate and opened it for me.
"Oh, thank you.." I say as I walk out. We now stare at each other and I'm only wishing I would just start walking...
"Cya, Ian.." He says goodbye.
"You too, Mickey..." My legs finally decide to work and allow me to start walking back home so I could get ready for work.