Chapitre 92: Chapter 92

Michael's P. O. V

I didn't even knock on the main door or ring the doorbell, like three or more helps pulled open the door for me once I stepped on the front porch.

"Is he..." I left my statement hanging, not able to bring myself to ask, the maids nodded positively. So I guess he was mad about me skipping school and staying out past curfew.

Mia ran downstairs, her feet hitting the floors hard, before I knew what was happening her hands were around my neck.

"Thank God you're okay!. Don't go scaring people like that!."Mia scolded, her grip around me tightened.

"Am okay Mia, and you're choking me, "I said stretching out of her tight bear hug. Makela retired out of her room her hair disorganized and her face looking worrisome.

"You're in deep shit asshole."Makela said faking a grin, "it was dumb of you to ditch school, dad is fucking upset. The guy threatened to fire Mia like four times today!."Makela said.