Anthony Mackie Meme Novels & Stories

“First of all, Tema, I don’t have lackeys, I’m not a gangster. They are my friends. Secondly, do well to not mention Anthony’s name. I’ve warned you about it multiple times but you don’t seem to want to heed to my warnings.” Michael enjoyed messing with me, and he somehow figured out that I didn’t like it when other people talked about Anthony like he was some sort of hot potato to be passed around. Even when Anthony and I weren’t friends, I still didn’t like Michael to mention his name. Anthony was mine and I didn’t take too kindly to those I despised taking what was mine.

Srymium was quick to break Kayla's fall. Dominic returned. Grabbing the situation, he stood akimbo and scoffed, looking at Anthony who was on his knees, clutching his wound and coughing. “Is this how you plan to make her not suss you out and have a soft spot for you, Anthony? By erasing her memory? You're just hurting her.” When Anthony got to his feet and lifted his head, “Jesus,” the name escaped Jacob. Anthony's eyes were bleeding. “Your symptoms are getting worst, Anthony.”

memories. Just like his memories with Fin Naese. “They ran out of nachos, I hope you don’t mind garlic bread for the appetizer,” Mikey said, interrupting his thoughts. Anton didn’t say a word but he only nodded. He couldn’t trust himself to say anything. “Hey, Anton, I know you hate us for everything that happened to you and I don’t blame you.” “I don’t hate you, Mikey,” Anton said, shaking his head. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

The room came alive with sound—chatter, laughter, glasses clinking, stories shouted from table to table. I sat beside Simon but didn’t touch my plate just yet. Instead, I let my gaze roam. Anthony—my Anthony—sat down the table, all long limbs and wild hair now, laughing with friends over a plate piled twice as high as it should be. He was eleven now. He’d have his wolf in the next year or two. I still saw the little boy in him sometimes—the one who loved nothing more than dinosaur pajamas and bedtime stories. The one who’d once asked me, eyes full of worry at six years old, “Can I still call you Mama and Daddy even if we’re not my birth parents?”

Mike POV "Some partner you are!" Anthony snapped into my head; his words rang cold and angry like the fucker was delusional enough to think he had a leg to stand on. "Ten minutes ago, you were considering whether or not to have that fucking demon kill me... Remember!" I reminded my one-day father-in-law, refusing to even glance in his direction. "I was joking! Fuck take a joke, Mike!" He had the audacity to snarl into my mind, but his words sounded weak even to my ears.

Mike thought inwardly. Anthony came out of the elevator, he raised up his head and saw the three of them. He was puzzled. "What is happening here?." He asked and they turned to him. "Wow Mr Mike you are here, you didn't inform me you were coming here." Anthony said with a smile. "Yes I am here, I came here in order to propose a contract to you as a fellow billionaire but this girl here made me change my mind. I am very sorry to say that I won't be awarding the contract to you." Mike uttered angrily.

The idea of seeing her after all this time never occurred to me, and knowing that she was inside, clearly expecting me to at least want to ask questions made me nervous; I didn’t even know what to ask. “I am fine, however, I cannot say the same thing about your wife. The little Luna seems to be having a metal battle” Anthony joked, trying to lighten the mood. I smiled and shook my head, my eyes meeting my husband’s who wrapped his arm around my shoulder, kissing my temple. “She is fine, she just needs to catch her breath” Nathan teased, watching as Donatello nodded, guiding us inside. My heart raced with each step I took, and to say that my anxiety level seemed to reach a point of no return