Michael En Novels & Stories

But this time, the people he killed are not just people but direct core members of the overlord of the UK, and now the remaining fake-in-good terms we have with them are finally broken. "What an ass," I said. "Michael," I called, and a young man in a black suit rushed into the office and bowed lightly. He is two years older than me, making him twenty-four years old. Amongst all our mafias, he is one of the best-trained strong ones. "I need you to go to my eldest brother, Adonis, and tell him what Arthur just did so he and Father will be prepared for whatever the UK territory has to say," I said, picking up another file. "But, you can just call him and inform him of that. You know that once I

"Michael's been accessing your company's files remotely. Financial records, emails, meeting schedules. Things he shouldn't have access to unless" "Unless I gave him access." Which I had. Because I'd trusted him. "He's been feeding everything to Victor." "That would be my assessment, yes." I thought about Elena, out there somewhere, refusing to answer my calls. And Michael, who'd been so helpful, so concerned, so ready to offer support. "He has her," I said suddenly. "Michael. He has Elena. That's why she's not answering. He's gotten to her, convinced her I'm the enemy, isolated her somewhere"