**Mike's POV**

"What are you gonna do about it?" Charlie chuckled at me. Without breaking eye contact with him, I handed Ahna my phone and whispered for her to text Vic and tell him to come outside with the other guys.

"Come on, pretty boy, I'm in a rock band, I can fight better than you ever have," I mocked.

"Yeah, well I don't wanna fight you, as long as you take a few steps away from my girlie over there. Little bitch packed up her stuff and left without even asking me!" he laughed again. "Now, give me what I came for."

"She doesn't give a single fuck about you!" Tony yelled as he burst through the door. His fists and teeth were clenched as he walked over and stood next to me on my right. Jaime came out next and ushered Ahna away. I didn't see where he took her, but I knew Hime would keep her safe. Finally, Vic emerged and stood on my left.

"I'm gonna need you to bring that girl back out here, or else this is going to get very ugly," he threatened. None of us budged.

"Why?!" Tony shouted. God, he's really fired up, I thought to myself. "So you can take her home and beat her again? I don't think so asshole."

"Alright, Tone. Calm down a bit," Vic said.

"NO!" the turtle yelled back. Before any of us could react, Tony stomped over and punched Charlie right in the gut. I ran over after him and shoved him away from Charlie, whose face was red with anger. Before I could dodge, I was decked in the eye.

"MIKEY!!!" I heard the familiar voice of my Angel shriek. I felt her hands land on my back as I fell to my knees.

"Ahna, no stay back," she did nothing but hold me tighter and I huffed. "Angel, go back with Jaime!"

"I'm not leaving you," she sobbed into my back.

"Tony!" I yelled, "Goddammit someone get her back inside, this isn't safe for her," I turned around to face her and she gasped at my eye. I made a move to lift her up but she was ripped away from me by a tattooless arm around her waist. I knew by the size that it wasn't Vic's and began to panic. I took a step back and saw Charlie holding a knife to her throat. Vic, Tony and Jaime were behind him, and I couldn't understand why they weren't doing anything.

"She's mine," Charlie hissed.

"You don't care about her," I said calmly. "You just feel the need to used your strength to dominate women because you need to feel like a man. Well we have a little saying in our band…" I trailed off, allowing Tony to pick up.

"LOVE BEFORE GLORY, DICK!" he shouted as he literally broke Casey's skateboard over Charlie's head. The knife clattered out of Charlie's hand, but he didn't release his grip on Ahna.

"Why should I let you take this girl?" Charlie hissed.

"Because," I said, trying to sound calm, "you don't love her, and I know that those four kids, and Milinda love her very much, I know that Tony over there loves her like a little sister even though he doesn't know her that well. I know that I think every single inch of her and every part of her soul is absolutely perfect, and I know that she deserves to be with people that love her instead of some verbally and physically abusive dick head like you."

"So you think that some sappy ass words are gonna make me hand over my girl?!"

"She's not yours. Now stay the hell away from her," Nia – who I hadn't even noticed was outside – muttered from behind him and she did some combat-roll move in front of him, grabbed the knife, and stabbed it into Charlie's side. Finally, he released Ahna, and she fell into my arms.

"It's okay, Angel," I cooed, "everything's gonna be okay."

"N-Nia… Mike, call the police, I have to be with Nia," she responded, still shaking. I was pretty sure she was having a panic attack.

"It's okay, Milinda and Jaime are with her. You need to relax right now, understand? Everything's okay."

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**Ahna's POV, An hour later**

They had to announce that Pierce The Veil and Cherri Bomb were both going to miss their next show since we all had to go to the police station for questioning. They arrested Charlie, and Nia was in no trouble at all. Eventually, we were allowed to leave. Since we had no way of making it to the second venue in time, we went straight to the third. "Hey, if none of you guys mind, I think I'm going to keep Ahna on our bus tonight," Mike said as we arrived back to our busses.

Nobody seemed to object, but I really wanted to talk to the little redhead that just this morning seemed so small and innocent. "Nia, as soon as we're both up in the morning, we need to talk," I told her.

"I know. Love you, Ahna," she said, pulling me in for a hug.

"Love you, too, Nia," I assured her before Mike pulled me into the PTV bus.

"I think that, considering the day we just had, Ahna and I should get the big bed tonight," Mike told everyone as he grabbed some stuff for us to sleep in.

"Here," Jess said sweetly, handing me a makeup wipe, "go get cleaned up." I hugged and thanked her before heading into the bathroom.

"Mike, you can't do this to her," I heard Vic say.

"I don't know what you're talking about! I'm taking care of her," he argued.

"No, he means you can't be all over her tonight," Jaime interjected.

"That's NOT what I'm doing! I just wanted her to stay here so I can make sure she's okay, I wasn't planning on doing anything."

"Mike," Erin said sweetly, "the poor girl saw her boyfriend get punched in the face, her abusive ex get stabbed, and to top it all of, it was the young girl she gives drum lessons to that stabbed him! You need to let her be a bit distant. That's traumatic shit." By the end of Erin's warning, I was done in the bathroom.

I stepped out and cleared my throat a bit. "Maybe I should just go," I muttered, "I'm sure Milinda will want to clean up all my cuts and scrapes and stuff."

"No, Ahna," Mike said softly, rushing over and taking my hands in his, "please stay. I'll help you get cleaned up. Just let me take care of you, Angel." I nodded and rested my head against his chest.

Mike pulled me into the bathroom to clean up all my scrapes, but I demanded he let me do it myself because I didn't want to take my shirt off in front of him. I showered and cleaned up the wounds before stepping out to blow-dry my hair. I changed back into my other clothes (since I forgot to take other ones in) and stepped out of the bathroom.

"Here, you can borrow a pair of yoga pants if you want," Erin said, looking at me with sympathy in her eyes. I thanked her and took them. She told me to let her know if I needed anything else and I hugged her before heading to the back room with Mike. I shut the door and he just looked at me.

"How are you holding up?" he asked.

"I'm okay, really. Could you turn around so I can change?" I requested. He chuckled a bit and rolled over on his back. "Why are you laughing?" I asked, amusement laced through my own voice.

"Because you act like I haven't already seen you undressed," he said, his face muffled from the pillow it was squished into.

"Oh, hush. I just don't like people seeing my stomach," I muttered as I pulled off the Jack Daniels tank top I borrowed from him. I slipped on a large Key Street t-shirt that went nearly to my knees. I slipped off my jeans and decided I was fine like that.

"That's the silliest thing I've ever heard, you're beautiful," he told me.

"Don't tell Erin, but I hate yoga pants," I chuckled, going over to the bed in just the shirt and my panties.

"Just be nice and I'll keep your secret," he chuckled. I chuckled in return and climbed in top of him, straddling his shirtless back. I leaned down and nibbled his neck, making him squirm beneath me. Mike flipped around so I was on his stomach and he was rubbing gently up and down my thighs. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked me for the millionth time.

"I promise, Mikey. I'm fine. But I'm also holding you to that promise you made this morning," I smirked at him mischievously.

"I… I don't know if that's the best idea. Maybe you should just get some rest," he sighed.

"Fine…" I muttered, rolling off of him. I got up and put Edward Scissorhands into the DVD player. I got back into the bed and let Mike pull me close, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Have I mentioned how perfect you are, Angel?" Mike whispered in my ear.

"Can't talk… resting," I mocked him. Mike slid his other arm underneath me and moved the one that was on top of me down to my thigh.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a little worried about you," Mike whispered as he began to run my thigh.

"You don't need to worry about me, Mikey," I sighed. "Just being with me makes me feel so much better."

I felt chills rush through me as Mike's hand began to go higher and higher. "I'll be with you forever," he whispered and began to rub me through my panties.

"Mmm… Mi-" I was silenced by a hand clamping over my mouth. I nodded in thanks as I felt a knot begin to form in my stomach.

"Not yet," Mike chuckled as he pulled his hand away. I whined at the loss of contact and turned around so I was facing him. He had one hand under my head and the other on my hip. He ran it down to leg and pulled me up on top of him. He had on only basketball shorts and boxers. I quickly went to work removing them and ran my tongue over his length. "Nope, my turn." Mike pulled me back up so our eyes were level and flipped us over. He moved so he was between my legs and pulled my panties off slowly.

"Mmm…" I silenced myself by biting on a pillow as Mike placed a kiss right on my wet slit. His cold metal piercings sent chills through me, making me arch my back. Just as I was about to reach my climax, Mike pulled away and moved his lips back to mine.

"Do you feel beautiful yet?" he asked me. I just tugged on his hair as I flipped us once again. "Will you take the shirt off?" he pleaded. I shook my head and he sighed. "Please? You're perfect, I wanna see you."

"Fine," I huffed at his puppy eyes and raised my arms, allowing him to pull it up over my head. I leaned down and gently placed my lips on his. Mike took the opportunity to unhook my bra. With our lips still connected, we slid it off. I shivered a bit as my freed breasts fell down onto Mike's chest. I sat up and hovered over his hardened length.

We both sighed as I slid down onto him. Mike bucked his hips and forced himself into me faster. I winced slightly, not used to his size, and he gave me an apologetic look. After taking a short moment to adjust, I started rolling my hips against him. He placed one hand on my right hip, moving along with my rhythm, while the other hand strategically massaged my breast. I continued rolling my hips faster and faster until I was full-on bouncing up and down on him. We stared right into each others' eyes, and I knew, deep down, that what we had was real.

I couldn't keep quiet so I leaned over and went back to rolling my hips as I bit into Mike's neck in an attempt to silence myself. "God, Ahna," he growled, "you're amazing." Mike groaned even more and he grabbed my ass and pushed me against him harder.

"Mmm… Mike," I sighed into his skin, biting down harder and pulling on his hair. As I tugged and bit, Mike bucked his hips up at me. "Shit," I moaned softly as he did so. Mike used his hands to hold me still and he continuously thrust up into me.

"Fuck… Ahna," Mike growled huskily. We both began to reach our climaxes and struggled to keep quiet. Mike came first, exploding into me, when sent me over the edge. He slowed his pace to allow me to ride out my high, then I collapsed down onto him.

Mike held me close to him, stroking my hair, as I rested my head in the crook of his neck. "That was… fucking amazing," I muttered breathlessly, kissing his neck gently over the bruise I made.

"Angel?"

"Mhm?"

"I think I might be in love with you," Mike whispered as he kissed my head.

"I think I might be in love with you too," I said sincerely as I drifted off into a much needed sleep.

Notes

awww sweetness plus drama and i actually wrote my own smut this time so i hope it doesn't suck :/ anyway, thanks for reading, ily all!!! please comment thoughts, questions, and opinions cuz it helps me a lot<3

QOTD: What do you think about Nia attacking Charlie?!

{Title Credit To: Caraphernelia, Pierce The Veil}