Michael Scott Ryan Novels & Stories

Fuck. I was flushed with passion almost instantaneously. There was a tall, thick, Dark Indian man that towered over the other two in the room. His oiled muscles bulged from every direction, and I felt myself immediately drawn to him. He introduced himself as Ryan. The man to his left looked exactly how you would imagine Ethan Hunt from Mission Impossible. He was perfect, with long flowing blond hair and piercing silver eyes. His tanned body glistened with oil beneath the lights in the room.

AUTHOR’S POV The video played on the flat screen silently. Just quick flashes of Ryan being shoved into the rear of a black SUV, his face twisted in anger, his jaw set as if he still had a chance. Micheal leaned back in the leather chair, gaze glued to the screen, arms folded across his chest, his shoulder tense. The room was quiet aside from the gentle hum of the air conditioner. Jayden leaned forward, elbows on his knees, brow furrowed. “Who the hell is this Ryan guy anyway?

The air hung thick with the scent of stale smoke. "If you do the job well, then there's plenty more where this came from," Ryan said, opening a bag filled with cash. Scott's men verified the contents. "Sir, it's confirmed." Scott Junior inhaled deeply from his cigarette, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Seems like this person has really offended young master Ryan." When we spoke earlier, I had my men watch his moves, and he sure works with a lot of security personnel. We have to find a suitable chance to strike and finish him off. When do you want the job done? Scott Junior asked, his voice a low growl.

The man was ten times stronger than we were, and being a Lycan, he had the advantage of shifting as he pleased and when he pleased; however, we were not going to sit back and allow him to do that because we believed that we couldn’t take him. “Caterina?” I heard a man say from behind me, grabbing my arm, stopping me. Both Nathan and I stopped, frowning at his sight. His eyes studied my expression carefully for a second before letting my hand go “my apologies, I thought that you were someone else” “I noticed” I said, glaring at the man. He looked at Nathan before extending his hand for him to shake “my apologies, I haven’t introduced myself, Alexander Grimaldi, son of Elijah and Sofia Grimald

Unbelievable! The car halts and four bulky security men hover in front of the car. One of them checks the car using a laser to detect any explosive item, another one checks the boot. I see one of them talking to the driver, checking for papers and licenses. Ryan nods at the security man on the check post and they lift the pole for us to pass. So much security for hotty. Who is he? I pay the driver for the ride. Ryan is still sitting inside the car looking at me with the alcohol bottle in his one hand. He looks like a depressed businessman whose company is bankrupted. Poor hotty!

"It seems you're developing a habit of defying my instructions." Ryan was taken aback by the accusation. "I am? That's not true. I've always obeyed your orders, and this is the first time I'm going against your wishes. I'm simply curious to see how you'll react when I do." Mr. Michael chuckled sarcastically. "Well, well! Seems like my son has grown some wings."

His father's death had a profound impact on Ryan, shaping his personal and professional life. Mother: Eleanor Hayes. Eleanor Hayes left the family when Ryan was 14, taking a significant portion of the family’s wealth with her. This event left a lasting emotional impact on Ryan, and he generally avoids discussing it. It is advised to respect his privacy regarding this matter. Grandfather: He is 74 years old. He is the only relative Ryan considers family. He is pushing for Ryan’s marriage.Despite these challenges, Ryan has built a successful career and is known for his strong work ethic and leadership skills.

Michael didn’t even spare her a glance as he pulled out his phone, his expression as indifferent as ever. "Get her the fuck out before I lose my patience." Ryan nodded, signaling the guards, who dragged her out like discarded trash. Ryan returned a few minutes later, adjusting his sleeves as if nothing had happened. He closed the door softly behind him, his face unreadable. "There’s something else, sir. About the woman you slept with that night." Michael’s fingers stilled, his cold gaze locking onto his secretary. "Speak." Ryan hesitated for a fraction of a second before placing a file on the desk.