Michael Vey 9 Novels & Stories

"Who are you?" "I'm Lieutenant Michael, We are here as per the Alphas' order.. That's my partner, James Parker." "Is he MPD too?" "He's...with a different agency," Michael admitted as he helped the girl to her feet. She was so small, delicate, and petite compared to his large, muscular frame. "Let's get you out of here, this isn't going to be pretty and you definitely do not want to watch." ~~

He had to do something to motivate his best friend. "Remember Bagdad 2018?" Pedro nodded, gripping the steering wheel as though his life defended on it, knuckles whitening. It was Michael's first field mission. He and Zephyr teamed up to track down a reckless arms dealer- Bolt. The mission was not as simple as the drill. He was a hard man to find, 'bolting' from one location to another. It didn't take Michael a genius to decipher the origin behind his alias. Bolt's movements were unpredictable, giving them a hard time.

“I know you adore me and you'd do anything for me. That makes me feel safe with you. I haven't had this feeling in years. Thank you.” Michael winked, smiled, and blew a kiss for her. Then, the rest of the journey was consumed by silence. They sat by each other, both lost in deep thoughts. The jet landed at the private airfield in no time. The sun was fully up now, casting long accusing shadows. When they stepped out, a nondescript black SUV was waiting for them. They preferred the SUV to the ‘ever-ready monster’ this time around. The car was being driven by one of Michael’s most trusted security chiefs. The man, a granite-faced former special forces operative named Harvey Barnes, drove with

Sydney huffed in annoyance, "Your sorry doesn't solve anything. Granted, you wanted to put a wedge between us and that worked. But you've moved on and I'm still picking up the pieces as I try to unscramble the mess you made of my mind. Even now, with all my memories, with me knowing everything we once shared, I'm not sure how I should feel about you. You're a complete stranger to me." Her last sentence had a thought coming to mind. I held my hand out, "Then let's start over as complete strangers. My name is Alpha Victor Silva. Alpha of the rogues. Welcome to one of the many sanctuaries I plan on constructing around the world." Sydney narrowed her gaze on my extended hand with apprehension be

My mind wonders to the first time we met. A chuckle leaves my lips thinking about the first time we met... I think back on... I shake my head. I hear a knock on my door. I hide the book and open the door. "I was driving by, and I couldn’t help checking out your sled. Damn she is a fucking beauty. I’m Mike by the way." He says pointing at my Harley. Michael Graham. Road name Blade. He is the VP for the BAMC. And my in. I frown. “You stopped and came to my room to tell me this Mike?” I ask him crossing my arms.

But Victor was already at work, and the house was quiet. I padded over to the door barefoot, opened it just enough to peek through. And there he was. He stood tall, dressed in black, shirt rolled to his elbows, pants fitted but modest. His skin was a rich brown, smooth, stretched over lean muscles that didn’t quite fit the image of a house driver. He looked like he belonged in a security convoy, not behind the wheel of a domestic car. “I’m Michael,” he said. His voice was low and calm. “Mr. Victor asked me to report this morning.”

***ZANE'S POV*** "Michael is a son of bitch!" I grit out slamming my fist against the hard table. He was slowly destroying me and unless I could get my hands on him, he would do worse. "We need a plan," Sinner says flexing his fingers, the bones crackling in uniform. Micah has taken down my men transporting my drugs to a discrete location. I hadn't told many people, but he knew more than enough that when you deal with coke, your life can't really be that private.

Elena said as she carried her purse. "Elena where did you think you are going?” Michael ask removing his shirt "Mr Stan, Arrya is not at the hospital…. "You owe me Elena and you have to pay" Michael said cutting her off before pushing Elena to the bed. "OK… OK easy, don't sound like a rapist." Elena said removing her gown as Michael didnt waste time and lash on her mouth kissing her roughly like always. At Detroit, two men in black sneak the security camera as they got access into a very big wear house. One of them set a timing bomb around the ware house before hacking the pin of the main wear house and pour fuel on the floor and goods in it.

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He looked like he hadn’t slept again. “You found something?” I asked, my voice low. Jay nodded slowly. “Yeah. It was hidden deep, buried under layers of corrupted files. But I cleaned it up. I have a video.” I didn’t even wait. “Play it.” He turned to the big screen. Clicked a few things. The screen went black for a second, then lit up with grainy footage. Michael was in the hallway. He was bleeding badly and his shirt was soaked in red. He looked weak, like he had been hit hard and stabbed and I felt my throat tighten.