Bonten Mikey Romane & Geschichten

The fragile peace they’d been living in for the past week and a half felt like thin ice—beautiful on the surface, but ready to crack with one wrong step. “Yo, boss lady,” Mikey called from across the bay, his voice cracking with that awkward teenage enthusiasm. The nineteen-year-old prospect was sprawled dramatically across a workbench, pretending to fan himself with an oily rag. “If you keep making these bikes sound like angry demons, I’m gonna start thinking you sold your soul to the devil. Or worse—Reaper’s dick.”

I could resemble a lobster. Dammit, Mikey.

A freaking hard chest, with proud pecs and which I'm sure his under a boring shirt hides his cute pink nipples. I lifted my head, and there they were... those addictive chestnut eyes, glaring down at me. The very eyes belonging to the reason I’d gotten wasted in the first place. Mikey. Fucking. Montero. This son of a bitch!

“I’m Mik.” “Mik who?” “Just Mik,” he extended his hand for me to shake. “Who is your friend?” I looked at his hand. He smiled. That smile that was charming and not alarming which made me frown. He was obviously trying to get my reaction. I looked down at his hand and grabbed it. He gripped my hand and pulled me close. “He is someone looking for a great time and then after, maybe you and I could have a go.” He kept the smile, but I already wanted to decorate his black shirt with bile rising in my throat. I never said a word just as Benny groaned and pulled his face from the floor.

Mikey curses and looks around but I guess the coast is clear because he slips in and closes the door behind him, "I need you to make my face bleed somehow. Punch me hard." "What?" He asks, looking at me like I'm the biggest weirdo. Mikey is the slowest one, but he always does what I ask, "Fine, I guess..." He gets his fist ready and I brace myself, but right before he goes to punch me, he stops and grabs his rifle. "I think this is going to be easier," he says and takes it off the sling. I don't think he wants to shoot me, so I lift an eyebrow as I watch him turn it around to hit me with the back of it, "Bring your face closer."

I kept the postcard in my bag. I can't wait for him to have a sibling. I'm six months along yet again and up for a very long vacation. He is already looking forward to it. This time, we are waiting to be surprised. I'm hoping Linc didn't beat me to it. But if he did, I'll probably know before the little one comes along. Mikey scored a job at a mechanical company thanks to aunt Leanna trying to prove not all the Bancrofts are monsters. He lives in New York and is dating a sweet girl. I'm waiting for the wedding.

I asked him. Nodding his head, he pointed at a ginger boy before saying, "That's Mikey. He's nice, just always quiet. He's the mom of the group, always making sure we do everything right and not get into trouble," he said while laughing a little. "Then that's James. He's mostly known for his games. He's the man-whore of the group, always with a lady once in a while, so don't get surprised," he said while glaring at me. Nodding my head, I looked at the other guy who had a black hoodie on then pointed at him.

"Michael. But you can call me Mikey." "Mikey, how fitting," he said, his goofy grin still present. "Oh and this amazing person next to me is going to be the next Bill Gates, I'm sure of it!" "Shut up, you turd," his friend yelled, hitting him in the head. Then he looked at him and gave a small smile. "Eric." And from that moment, Mikey knew that Anton Emma was something. He would be the key to reaching his goal in football.

Mateo said and Natalia nodded and smiled at me. “Me? Who? More friends?” “Nah, this one is a guy.. A badass guy. Well, I mean he looks like one.” “What was his name again?” Mateo asked as he turned around like he was about to call for him. “Zade?” Mikey said and Mateo clapped his hands. “Zade, Mike is back.” A young guy with full plump lips, blond short hair, 5 '9 tall or thereabout stepped out from the kitchen, ran, and gave Mikey a big hug. Mikey looked shocked, and traumatized.

“I kind of hope they’ll try tonight. Get this over and done with.” “You are using your wife as bait?” “Yes. Do you think she’ll mind?” Frankie roars with laughter. “That girl? She’ll insist on it.” I smile at him and cross my arms over my chest. “Where is Paulie?” “Mikey took him home.” Mikey is one of Paulie’s crew members. In his thirties, good head on his shoulders. Very reliable. “I want as many men here as we can get. Make sure they come in quietly through the back. Whoever is on that island is watching us. I can fucking feel it.”