Michael Scott Ryan Romane & Geschichten

"You were my most trusted right-hand man, you betrayed me." Hudson says with his finger pointed down. Ryan shakes his head while chuckling very dryly. "I loved you like a brother, and you were spiraling down and she was scared of your wrath." Oh my God. He lowers down his weapon and glances back at me with tears in his eyes. "That's who Hudson Scott is." He says while tucking his gun back inside his pants, he grabs the bottle of whiskey and drags it alongside of him as he climbs up the stairs.

I was sad because Michael had been killed too and he had been nice to me. “I’m sorry.” Ryan whispered as if noticing my mood, he looked absolutely sorry but still, I didn’t care. Not when I had just heard of the death of someone who had helped me for no reason. An emotion resembling pity flashed across his face before he quickly clamped it down and held my hands, asking; “Did you see anything?… or hear anything? Anything that might give us something to work with?”

I lunged forward, my hands shaking. Michael caught my elbow but didn’t stop me. He just let me move closer. "What the hell is going on, Ryan?" I spat, standing in front of him. "Why did you tell Liam that I was the one who went to his bed that night? That I seduced him?" He shrugged, his lips twitching like he found this whole thing hilarious. "Isn’t it obvious? I needed money." "Money?" He laughed again, a dry, grating sound. "Liam is a Mafia King. You get dirt on a king, you get paid. That was the plan. Get you into his bed, take some pictures, and voila—jackpot."

"I'm sure you guys know him." David nods un-interestingly. "What about him? Is he the perfect candidate?" Ryan doesn't say a word as he isn't used to being questioned by people he wants to kill even though he had wanted to converse with them. However, his silence gives David the clue as he shakes his head. "I'll pass." "Why?" Ryan knowingly asks as if it was a request, not a command. One thing is for sure, Michael is getting his ass fucked by them whether they like it or not. Till he is done talking anyway.

Michael huffed at them with an indignant scowl and then he looked Ryan in the eyes, stabbing his finger against his chest and giving him the most intimidating look he could muster. "Hey, dummy!! Is anyone upstairs, huh?! Or are you just a piece of annoying shit that doesn't know how to respond properly?!" Michael uttered in a low, but clear voice with enough volume to draw attention from Rookie, who clenched his fist tightly in anger while he glared in Michael's direction. Ryan felt his heart pounding fast against his ribcage and his blood rushing through his ears as he watched Michael's finger stab into his chest repeatedly while trying to intimidate him.

He slumped back to the couch meditating on his words and the effect. On the bright side, Antony was semi out of danger. He could still for, but if he manages to survive, I won't be able to speak with him for weeks, or maybe months? He chuckled and ran his hands through his head, lowered it and shook vehemently. Not good. "Mr Scott ?" He raised his head. "And you are?" "I'm agent Michael, FBI." He introduced. Mr Scott rose up from the chair to shake his head. "I think we need to talk. I might have something that could interest us both."

I've got some height on him and I know he hates it. “ We followed the scent till it disappeared until they returned Alex. I'm not really sure if we’ll find out who they are before then.” He scrunched his eyebrows placing his hands on my desk looking down. He's just as concerned as I am, maybe even worse. He's has family and siblings to still worry about. “ I got coffeee!!” Ryan yelled barging into the room. Holding a carrier with two cups of coffee in it in one hand and his in the other.

Mike couldn't stop staring at. She knocked. The door opened, and there he was. Mr. Mike was six-foot-five of pure masculine dominance. Dark skin, muscles that strained against his white t-shirt, arms covered in tattoos, a face that was both beautiful and dangerous. He looked her up and down slowly, deliberately, and Eva felt naked under his gaze. "Eva," he said, his voice deep and rough. "This is a surprise. Ryan at work?" "Yes. I... I need to talk to you about something. Can I come in?"

There has to be an extreme reason for telling a human that you are supernatural or you can get in serious trouble. "I don't see how going into another territory intentionally looking for a Rogue pack is fun. Have you forgotten how dangerous they can be?" I see the flicker of pain flash across Ryan's face and as much as I don't want to drag up his painful memories, I need to make Tony think about this. Ryan's dad was killed by Rogues while on border duty 2 years ago and I know it's left him brokenhearted. And while I understand Tony's reasons for wanting to go there, it's still a fucking crazy idea.

I smiled. “Thank you,” he forced a smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “After Allen became one of the most powerful people in The Rodriguez's group, he became untouchable, I became one of the richest persons in the world, yet I still can't get revenge, do you know why?” Micheal said nothing, his brows forming a knot. “He has The Rodriguez's group protecting him, so I can't harm him physically, I can only fight to take the group away from him, but I can't do that alone.”