Novel & Cerita Michael Myers Without Mask

"That old hag signed a contract indicating that he's not allowed to bed me, so I am safe, and if all went downhill, we do have securities here. You know Mike doesn't want to ruin his bar's reputation, right?" "What if this triggers your–?" I smirked, then showed that I regularly took my medications. "It has been long forgotten, queen. My pride also won't make me rich, you know. Besides, I've been doing this job for a year now." I then tapped her shoulder to assure her that I was okay with this, grabbed the black-colored masquerade mask, and put it on my face. "It's showtime!" I said and then went out of the dressing room.

Maria said, smiling, before walking away to her office. Emily entered the elevator, still pouting. War? Who would want to harm her? The thought lingered in her mind. As the elevator reached the top floor, Emily reluctantly stepped out. Before she could reach Michael's office door, Joel and Michael emerged, clearly hungry. Both of them wore face masks. Michael was the first to notice the sadness in Emily's eyes. "Emily, what's wrong?" he asked, approaching her. She quickly put on a smile. "It's nothing, really."

There’s evidence here of me fucking half of the men from our Broom StiXXX family. I could feel the displeasure in both of my mates. Mick wasn’t even featured in any of these. Well, he might be in some. There were several close-ups of my face, maskless. It had to be Mick with me in those, since that was the only time I ever did that without my mask. I was wearing it in all the others. The maskless ones were all zoomed in on my face, so you couldn’t see Mick at all. “I wonder where my mask went?” I mused out loud, then pressed my lips together with wide eyes when I heard Miles growl.

**CHAPTER 027** "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I repeated, because he still hadn't answered. Michael looked at me over the mask. "Protecting my privacy." "By looking like you're about to rob someone?" "I look like a private individual." "You look like a private individual who's having a crisis." I gestured at the full ensemble — mask pulled up to his nose, cap yanked down to his eyebrows, dark expensive suit that cost probably more than most people's cars. "Mr. Cross, you are a billionaire in a surgical mask at a public park. You are not blending in. You are the opposite of blending in. People are going to film you for being….you know…this weird."

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

He hung up the phone and waved to his men to follow him out, and they were gone as fast as they appeared. “And then what happened?” The detective asks me, and I whimper as the memory flashes. I ran to Mikey and placed pressure on his wounds, trying to stop the bleeding as his cell phone rang. I answered the call and told Damon what had happened…” I say as I grab the arm of the hospital room chair with force, trying to steady myself. “And you didn’t see any of their faces?” I shake my head, “No…they had on masks. I told you that…. have you heard anything about Mikey…the one who saved us all?” I ask him, my eyes full of hope, and he shakes his head.

Michael's sudden aggression caught me off guard. Micheal stood up suddenly, and fear gripped my heart as he pulled off the mask, revealing a scary old face with a large scar. "M?" I muttered, my gaze unfocused. "Micheal is M, M is Micheal. Why is Micheal so old? What's..." I suddenly felt the whole room spin before I blanked out.

He sighed and brushed his hand in his hair the other hand resting in his pocket and he stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, “Seeing you now is risking my life, you know my first name and for the first time I am not afraid to take such a step.” He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.”

Their growls continued, vibrating through the floor. I stood directly in front of Myles. The overhead bulb flickered, humming like a dying insect. It cast his shadow long and crooked behind him. He looked up at me, eyes wide, chest heaving. He knew exactly who I was beneath the mask. Nice. I'm filling him with the fun he never had. The information I got from my chief security was that he was never there in the fight. There's Mic, and there's Myles. Two souls, one face.

Tanya stood in the doorway, under the light. Although Chiara told her that Michael had already drunk the spiked drink and told her to hurry up, she still panicked. Just in case, she was even wearing a special mask that looked exactly like Ivanka’s face. Even so, she still felt a little guilty. “Iv?” Michael noticed the face. Under the light, the skin was smooth like cream, and she looked beautiful. Michael immediately stood up at the same time as he called out. He was swaying. When he almost fell, Tanya rushed toward him at once. “Michael, are you alright?”