Goonies Mikey Novels & Stories

After fighting with his mind, Michael got up form the bed and got changed and went downstairs. “Mikey, what do you want to have for dinner?” his mom asked. “Mamma, I am going out. I will be late,” he kissed her cheeks and exited the house. It was normal for Michael to hang out with friends and mostly Adrian and friends. So his parents did not give much thoughts into it. They continued their evening. Michael drove straight to Riley’s place and to try his luck, his punched in the password and the door unlocked. He could not believe that she had still not changed the password.

They were already outside waiting to be introduced and follow us. I walked closer and introduced them. “This is Mikey and Hals. Mikey is going to be Leon’s bodyguard, and Hals is going to be your bodyguard from here on forward,” I told Ariella. Leon bounced up to Mikey, putting his hand forward proudly. “Hello, Mikey! You’re going to be my guard. You and I are going to have a great time shopping and eating ice cream.” Mikey, who was twenty-one, had been sworn in our world when he was sixteen. He was sharp, dependable, and still young enough to let Leon have fun, but not so young that he couldn’t protect him.

Not that it ever was. We were waiting on Mikey Two-Times. Real nervous punk. Used to run money and drops for Damien before the whole Rossi operation started hiding in the shadows. Mikey wasn’t smart. Wasn’t loyal either. He was the type to crack under pressure, and that’s exactly what we needed. It was past two when he finally showed. Scrawny, hoodie up, eyes darting like he already knew he was being hunted. He stepped out the club, alone, walking fast down the sidewalk, head down. Like that would save him.

The two bloodsuckers Mikali was holding at gunpoint in a dark cavern looked exactly like what Jo had been imagining when she’d picked out two potential snitches in her mind. Both of them were groveling on the ground, sweat pouring from their undead foreheads as they pleaded with the Guardian to let them go. Mikali was glaring at them, standing at his full height, which had to be at least six three since he towered over Jo, alternating the target at the end of his Beretta from one sniveling bastard to the other.

“I see that you need some time to clear your head too. How about you take her out for a romantic getaway the weekend after the fashion show and you can tell her everything then." "Finally some good advice. I think I will do that." I pressed my forehead against his and grabbed the back of his neck. This was something we used to do as children. Like our own sort of brotherly hug. “Thanks, Jonny." “You're welcome Mikey," he answered. “It's a good thing we are brothers and in our home gym because if we were elsewhere people would think we're gay for each other," he laughed. “You're such a weirdo," I shoved him away. “Now come on. First to 250 push-ups win."

Mike told Orlando then left the van. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Hey guys, don't forget to comment what you think. Who do you think is the secret killer on the file?