Mike wanders, and Mike gets ideas in his head. All it took as some careful wording and he's got the marshal's office against the Crowders and have the Bennett family looming in the wings. He can orchestrate that, and while it's not easy he seems to do it almost effortlessly.

He knows he can't trick Liam into anything--from the bottom of his heart. But he didn't think that he wouldn't be able to actually talk his way out of something. He should know better. Liam has the upper hand, Liam always has the upper hand and as his face is brutally slammed into the wall he's reminded of that.

He grunts, and Billy leans forward. Mike can feel his erection against his back, can feel it, and some sick and twisted part of him wants Liam to just fuck with him and be done instead of all this.

He needs to stop trying. Mike needs to shut his busy little mind off, needs to keep himself from doing anything. Liam hisses in his ear and he murmurs inaudibly at it, a small noise in the back of his throat until the other mentions basements. The basement of the warehouse comes to mind immediately, and he tenses up completely, trying to shake his head as much as he can.

He's outright panicking.

"No--no, no no no no no, no. I'll be good, I'll be good--not the basement. Not the basement, sir."