It gets the point across, Briggs just doesn't like it. "I'm not--" He should've heard the tac team by now. Fuck. He has to keep his cover.
Okay. Work with what he knows. Leaving is a non-option. There has to be something he can use. He doesn't have much time to work with. The sound of the garage door starting to open prompts him to move. It's stupid and crazy and maybe has a sliver of a chance of working. Briggs surges forward and grabs Mike by the throat. The actual physical contact isn't meant to harm but it has to look like it. He flexes his arm muscles as if trying to choke him.
The door is nearly open. Briggs and Mike will be clearly seen by anyone on the other side of that door.
He jerks Mike's head up to look at him. "I own you," he says in a half growl. All his body language is coming off as assertive and dominant. Except for micro-expressions around his eyes. It's something only Mike can see at this angle. He's trying to convey an apology with it. This is a stupid and desperate idea but it's all he's got.
"I decide how much you're worth." All trace of micro-expressions is gone. There's some guilty truth behind his words that he locks down. "You belong to me."
"Prove it," Hadad's voice. He's standing in the doorway, flanked by armed guards. "Prove it and he's yours."
Shit. Shit. Shit. He needs to buy time. He lets go of Mike's neck and turns to the voice. "That's it?" He sounds cocky, like it's a simple ask.
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Date: 2018-09-08 03:53 am (UTC)Okay. Work with what he knows. Leaving is a non-option. There has to be something he can use. He doesn't have much time to work with. The sound of the garage door starting to open prompts him to move. It's stupid and crazy and maybe has a sliver of a chance of working. Briggs surges forward and grabs Mike by the throat. The actual physical contact isn't meant to harm but it has to look like it. He flexes his arm muscles as if trying to choke him.
The door is nearly open. Briggs and Mike will be clearly seen by anyone on the other side of that door.
He jerks Mike's head up to look at him. "I own you," he says in a half growl. All his body language is coming off as assertive and dominant. Except for micro-expressions around his eyes. It's something only Mike can see at this angle. He's trying to convey an apology with it. This is a stupid and desperate idea but it's all he's got.
"I decide how much you're worth." All trace of micro-expressions is gone. There's some guilty truth behind his words that he locks down. "You belong to me."
"Prove it," Hadad's voice. He's standing in the doorway, flanked by armed guards. "Prove it and he's yours."
Shit. Shit. Shit. He needs to buy time. He lets go of Mike's neck and turns to the voice. "That's it?" He sounds cocky, like it's a simple ask.