Michael Kick Novels & Stories

“I tip my hat to you for your balls, old duck, but it’s about time we saw some from the lad.” “Fuck you,” Michael said. Jack’s eyes widened. “What did you say to me?” Michael had been waiting for him to say it. It was the one line he wouldn’t let anyone cross, a deliberate prod at conflict, and yes, a part of him did want to fight back. He steeled himself and repeated the words. Only they were shakier the second time ’round. “I said fuck you.” “Yeah, you’d love that!” Jack readied himself to charge, stopped by Sarah.

With a snarl, I snapped it back, the sickening crunch of bones breaking music to my ears. Michael screamed, stumbling back. I didn’t let him recover. I spun, delivering a kick to his ribs, sending him crashing into the ground. The impact sent cracks spiderwebbing through the rooftop, and still, he refused to stay down. "You’re pathetic," I muttered, stepping over him. "Even now, after everything, you’re still clinging to delusions of power." Michael gasped, his eyes flickering with something...desperate. "I won’t die here, a weak pathetic Omega like you can not defeat a powerful alpha like me? I will not die here," he hissed.

“Yikes, she's bad, she must've known that Michael didn't like him dating Kylie.” “Oh, she knew! Him not liking it is putting it mildly at best, it will make Storm stronger, he is still a VP of the club. Sometime in the real world it exactly what he needs.” Killer voices out his logical reason for fucking the brother over, but we both know it is much more than that.

Eli’s mouth was opening and closing, gaping and gasping, as blind terror overtook him. “Listen, Eli,” Ice said. “I am your God here, and I am giving you every chance to do the right thing, but you are just fucking it up left and right, man. So here’s the last opportunity for you to have a prayer of getting out of here with nothing more than a bad concussion and twenty stitches in your brainwashed head… who is that fucker Michael with?” “I – the guy is called –” He broke off, and the three men saw him desperately trying to recall the name that would save his life. “He’s the President of a Utah MC club – of the – the Highway something…”

I was so ashamed but saw his serious look, he didn't seem to pay attention to my almost nakedness, it was only me who had the wrong mind. I closed my eyes as I felt his fingers touch the most injured parts like my abdomen where there was a huge mark, that's where I had been kicked the most. My ribs were also affected and I heard Michael's breathing become jerky. He looked like he wanted to explode so I grabbed his cheek to calm him down. He sighed before speaking. “Can you take the stocking off? I mean… " I nodded before pulling my pants off and showing him my legs. I only had injuries on my thighs and Michaël lowered his head.

Fennel chuckled and said, “Rick Michael, as I said earlier, even if your father Colson Michael were here, he’d have to kneel down and beg for my forgiveness. If you don't believe me, why don’t we make a bet? If Colson Michael kneels before me, you’ll kill yourself.” “F*ck you!” Rick exploded with anger and shouted, “Stupid Easterner, are you trying to stall for time? Okay, the bet is on! The Michael family is the king of the gambling world here!” Fennel shrugged and said, “Call your father and ask him to come over.” Rick sneered and said, “Very well! Let me see where you’ll get the confidence when the time comes!” After that, Rick called his father and said, “Dad, I met an arrogant Easterner

Then he headed to the shack in which Audrey was still tied. She was clearly angry and was even pouting, but Michael did not have the time or inclination to care how she felt at the moment, even though it was not her fault that Duncan had kidnapped her. He knelt and made quick work of removing the ropes that were binding her before standing up. He was totally shocked and unprepared for it when she raised her right leg without warning and gave him a hard kick in the groin, before making a beeline for the shack door and escaping through it. Sucking air through his teeth and cursing as he dealt with the explosion of pain in his groin, Michael got up and followed after her, catching her very easi

She always brought out my bad side. Killian and I escaped at halftime. We drove to his mom's house and ate more pie while Killian watched the rest of the game with his brother. It was obvious that Michael loved football. His eyes were completely animated and he actually rocked his chair a time or two in his excitement. Watching Michael and Killian together watching football gave me an idea for Killian's Christmas gift. It would take some planning but I was thrilled to make this gift special. ***

"What the fuck am I going to do about that?" "I'll figure it out." Michael lets out an obnoxious laugh. "No. You won't." He turns to Kade. "You've let me down for the last time. Outside of killing you where you stand, the only option to rectify the mess you've made is by reducing your responsibilities and your distractions and by destroying your Unfortunate." Michael moves his knife to my throat and digs the tip of it into my flesh. I wince, and a gentle, helpless whimper escapes me. "You are no longer the executive in charge of mining operations. You are an associate. When you have regained my trust, if you ever do, we'll review my decision. Any objections?"

"How boastful! How are you going to snatch it?" "With my foot!" After finishing his sentence, Big Ken suddenly kicked Michael's right knee. Michael felt as though his right knee had been hit by a speeding car that it was dislocated or fractured. He could not feel it at all and fell to the ground. Before the two men in suits could react, they had also offered up their knees. Immediately after, Big Ken kicked the right wrist of the man holding the phone and it fell out of his hand.