Novel & Cerita Lou Miller

“Let’s see who the real culprit is.” Across the distance, Luca looked straight at me. A faint smile curled at the corner of my lips, barely there... but satisfying as I watched real terror flicker in his eyes while he fought to keep his face calm. "Whoever laughs last laughs best, you bastard. Checkmate... Luca Miller."

Louis to tremble while Kelly looked like she had seen a ghost. "W-we are s-sorry, s-sir." Mr. Louis stuttered, scratching the back of his neck in the process as he refused to raise his head up. "Shut that trap. Sorry isn't going to cut it for my daughter-in-law, who almost got killed under your own roof." Don Luciano bellowed and I rolled my eyes, trying to figure out if he was putting on a show to make people think he cared about me. But he didn't do that when Ria died, he was so fucking nonchalant, and yet, I was almost killed, and he was terrorizing these people.

I said as Stefano scrambled onto Max’s back as he spun, “Although at least if we have to go to the ER, I might get to see Milly. I haven’t seen her in weeks.” Now twenty-seven, Milly had fine-tuned her powers and was the best Doctor we had. She could heal any wound without breaking a sweat. We’d hardly lost any soldiers to injuries in years. “She is continually working,” Max said, “The woman never rests.” “Well, tell her the Luna has ordered her to take a day off soon and meet me for a coffee. I miss her.” “Will do,” he said as Madeleine joined the ‘climb Maxy’ game.

Jesus, I must be far, far drunker than I thought. He holds his hand out. “I’m Lucas Craven.” I just stare at him. He gives me a puzzled look and starts to move his hand away. I quickly put my hand out and shake his warm solid, calloused hand. “I-I’m Lilly, Lillian Blackwood”, I stutter, geez Lill, get a grip, remember he’s a douche bag that just spilled shit all over you…. still, he’s a good-looking douche bag. “I know, I’ve been watching you. I mean, I watched you sing.” He smiles ruefully, pointing at the stage, “You sound amazing.”

He just chuckled; a fact that brought me even closer to Louis. "Oh, do you know Bruno Mars, John Mayer, and Beyonce? I produced several of their records, girl.” "Hmm, okay?” I said still not understanding before turning to Louis for answers. "I asked him for a favor, babe,” my husband explained excitedly. “But August said he needed to hear you live first.” “First for what?” I insisted, though I think I knew where he was headed with all of this. "Oh, to make you my next star, of course,” said the fake CeeLo. “I have heard your voice thanks to Louis, but I need to live it live to achieve that connection, do you understand?”

His eyes expanded. "Garrett, like Garrett farms?" "Yes. Now, where is my wife?" "W- w-wife?" "Mrs. Boma Braide Donovan Garrett." Donovan stated coldly. Hearing Boma's name in full like that, Larry's eyes dilated. It seemed like he was going to faint. He stepped back a bit. "Everything is- is- is fine." He stuttered trying to sound reassuring. "If you will wait in the restaurant, she will be with you shortly. We have a VIP lounge that-"

The breakout started with a sneeze. Down the hallway, a guard named Miller reached up to rub his nose. Miller was twenty-four, a former soldier who had taken the Council’s paycheck because it was better than the meager pension the government offered. But Miller had a gambling debt that the Council didn't know about, a debt that Silas had quietly bought from a bookie in the city weeks ago. Miller looked at the camera at the end of the hall. He knew the blind spot. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, specialized device, it was a signal jammer no bigger than a coin. He pressed it against the magnetic lock of the main cell block door.

Lucian POV The TV screen in the corner was still on. My face was frozen on the screen, a picture from a draft camp that felt like it was from another lifetime. Nobody was moving. The only sound was the ventilation system humming in the background. Miller's hand was still up, his finger pointing at the screen. His knuckles were white from gripping his hockey stick. He slowly turned his head towards me. "Lucian," Miller said, his voice really quiet. It was not like his loud voice in the locker room. "Tell me this is some kind of mistake."

Mitch knocked on his office door and entered. Theo turned and nodded at the low table in the corner of the room. "I'll examine Jose there." Mitch sat down at the table and immediately spread the papers in front of Theo. "Josephine Miller, twenty-seven, born in Connecticut, to father Harris and mother Martha Miller." Theo sat across from Josephine. "Why do those names sound familiar to me?" A few years ago, all the media were buzzing about Harris Miller due to numerous business frauds and tax evasion. He and his family lived in a palace worth twenty million dollars, they had summer houses in France and Hawaii - I mean, they were more than well-off. "Theo remembered that story.

WIlliam told Addy and then he noticed that Lily called him “Baby, Lily called me. So, let’s talk again later, okay?” “Okay!” Addy said shortly and William ended the call ------- “James, how’s the interrogation?” Luke asked him “Someone asked them to get rid of you, Mr Miller,” James said carefully “Who?” Luke asked “Allan Rivera,” “Allan?” Luke was taken aback, he knew him, he is Martin’s business competitor. He met him couple times previously and he somehow couldn’t believe it that Allan did this “Yes, Mr Miller. It is Mr Rivera,” James reassured him