Anthony Mackie Novels & Stories

She picked up a mimosa-filled champagne glass off the table. Margo took a glass off the tray, too, and sat down counter cornerwise from Anthony and Bobbi. Anthony was sipping his drink of choice, vodka on the rocks. “All right, my man, why did you call us here?” He was a tall, skinny, dark-skinned black man with a box-cut afro, and he was the fake ID and gun expert of their little crew. Anthony was also the youngest at twenty-seven years old. Aaron had scouted him out five years ago.

Kacee replied flatly. “But you know what? I heard an even juicier rumor,” Mikay whispered, leaning closer. “What is it this time?” Kacee asked, sighing. “They say Mr. Anthony’s younger brother is even more handsome,” she said in a hushed, giddy tone. “A total hunk—and a famous architect. His name’s Mr. Ryan Dyllan.” At that, Kacee's eyes closed tightly, and she drew in a deep, heavy breath.

“Now try not to break my concentration, I have never done this before you know?” He took the other end of the pipe and without even a grimace inserted it into the center of his own brain. Then he closed his eyes. Teddy was shaking now with both fear and confusion. He didn’t know what to think or do. His throat ached from yelling. His heart was beating heavily because he didn’t know what the doctor was up to but he forced himself to stay calm. Anthony opened his eyes. “If this makes you feel any better, I work for the progress of the Dark Storm pack. I respect Maggie Dark Storm more than I respect anyone in this life. I know how important her family is to her. I would never hurt anyone she ca

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.

Anthony said, his voice casual but his eyes serious as they fixed on Mia's face. Mia looked at him for a split second before quickly looking away, her cheeks flushing pink. The intensity of his gaze made her stomach flutter in ways she didn't want to examine too closely. "It's fine..." she started to protest. "I don't take no for an answer," Anthony replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. The authority in his voice reminded everyone that despite his casual demeanor, Anthony was used to getting his way. It was the voice of someone accustomed to making decisions and having them followed.

he spoke, his eyes were filled with anger "Anthony?" I raised an eyebrow "My mum had a perfect life while growing up, she was born into a rich mafia family. she was never thought to handle gun or fight. she lived like a princess. Her father never wanted her to have anything to do with crime until the mafia had it's downfall, their goods were becoming intercepted by the police, they were loosing money. They had to reach out to the leader of Matrix, Anthony.. he became the leader of Matrix at 25 when his father died in a clash with a rival mafia. They proposed a partnership deal, where both teams would carry out a mission and split the profits"

Perhaps he’d known that someday he’d have to confess the sin to Lily. As Anthony had lain there bleeding, dying in the snow, he’d pleaded with Maverick, tried to tell Maverick the truth about his father, but the young wolf had refused to listen, calling him a liar. They’d even gotten in a tussle about that very detail, the result of which had left Maverick with a single scar over his eye and had only made Anthony bleed even quicker. Rebel had known the truth about Maverick Grey since that night. The Grey Wolf packmaster might be a valiant warrior, but underneath it, there was darkness in him, a streak for vengeance that was all too familiar each time Rebel looked in the mirror.

Jonathan's my older brother. I grumbled as I put on my hoodie and walked downstairs, as I neared the living room, I heard his and my mum's voice, but there was another deep and slightly unfamiliar one. I walked faster just to see the owner of that sexily deep voice, and I was not disappointed. He stood a few inches taller than Jonathan, black hair and beautiful sapphire eyes. Yup he'll do. "He's probably here to steal some more food." I said for them to acknowledge me.

Alpha Wyatt, an eavesdropper, who knew? “When you say things in that deep sexy voice of yours, how could I decline?” I smiled, I didn’t care who was around, maybe the heat is still lingering because sure enough, I feel the heat between my thighs, throbbing, aching, needing his touch and I want to jump his bones all over again. “Who’s the minx now?!” Mia perked up, she loved being around Cobalt. “You are Mia, I won’t act on it right now, I can suppress my urges, can you?” I smile, everyone watching me, knowing I was talking to my wolf.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.