Novel & Cerita Archie Maxie

Then he left our table and went over to other tables to greet his guests. Celia nudged my shoulder, "He's speaking to other people, yet his eyes are on you. Damn, he's checking you out, Aria." She said. "I think he's a nice guy. He's helping me get this new place for my store and I'm going to be paying so little for it. His name is-" "Max." I interrupted her. "He told me the other day." "He's a professional chef, and he owns D-Max grocery stores," Celia told me.

I ask, bracing myself for more revelations. Bill takes a deep breath. "Max's real name is Luka Moreau. He was part of the mafia in France but wanted out. He didn't want to die or put his family at risk, so he faked his death, changed his identity to Max Laurent, and came to the US to be a designer."

“He is a boss. But also… your grandpa. Mommy’s Papa.” Max turned sharply, eyes going wide. “THAT grandpa? The one who hugged me at that party?” I nearly choked. Oh, that party. The one where we first showed up with Max… and Ben. My father held out his hand, but Max ran past it and hugged his leg. “My name is Maxime… wait, Maximus Prime! I like robots, dinosaurs, and science! But I also love fried chicken, and I can say ‘thank you’ in three languages!”

Adain has the second biggest gangs and owns several territories that other mafias won't dare to cross, not even business Tycoons. Archie nodded and took a sip of his wine. He had already guessed what he would find when he saw them, but they weren’t exactly what his friends had been saying. “You don't want to celebrate your Big Boss award?” He asked Esteban. “Not interested” he declined immediately, he's not a fan of this type of party. He wants to go there because it's Archie's party.

Max comes out last, walking with the unbothered casualness of a session musician who’s decided the party is no longer fun. We’re well away from the property before the first press van comes up the country lane. They beat the cops there by five minutes. In the back of the car I press my finger to the comm. "Saint. Status on Tariq and Ray." All wrapped up. They’re on the A303 now. No unforeseen interruptions. Both jobs were clean. I can practically hear the Because my boyfriend’s a genius he’s holding back. "Good." Max is behind Oba's seat with his extensions falling into his face. He’s pulling them out, one strand at a time, with more concentration than he gives sniping someone.

yes, I want to hold one on my aged hands "Mrs Sarah said smiling out tears "Come on mom, you are not old yet.. " Max said, smiling happily at his mom.. "So how is Alex your boss doing.. "Mrs Sarah asked "he's not the boss again ,we change our position.. " max said taking a sit close to his mom "really!! But why? " "he's also looking for a true lover.. Mom.. " max explained "don't you think it's high time you tell him your REAL IDENTITY "Mrs Sarah said in fear

I said as soon as I picked up. The investigator got straight to it. “Max Archer. Publicly, he’s a respected art mogul, owns galleries, sponsors exhibitions, speaks at high profile events. That’s the image he sells. But behind the scenes, he plays a different game.” I didn’t interrupt. “He looks for opportunities where people aren’t paying attention. Gains their trust, gets close, finds out what they’re working on and then cuts them out and takes the deal for himself. He has done it more than once.”

Through this way she was able to avoid confessing to Mike about her little crush on him for these past years. "We are going to have a new CEO soon, I don't want you to be the least rated employee in his list too, you have to work on your timing Arianna"Max said to her unapologetically,as a parent would scold a child. The smile on her face faded when she turned to face her co-worker and friend Max. Max was wearing a low hair cut,permed and styled in a way Arianna found quite attractive to frame up his equally handsome visual.

He turned around and left the room. I turned to my right to find Draco staring at me with a questioning look. “Who’s Max?” He’d not taken my warning seriously, for he invaded my mind once again with his question. I let out a sigh, looking away from him. “He’s a member of this pack. Max is Miles’ best friend and the second-best enforcer in the pack. He handles all external affairs for the pack and is always on the road,” I said, all in one breath through the mind link.