Michael Vey 9 Novels & Stories

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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Oh, Gabe, what have you done? Michael is bleeding from his head as one of Elliot’s securities points a gun to his head. “Stop” - I shout from the top of the stairs and I run down. Michael’s eyes meet mine and he smiles looking at me. “What are you doing?” - I ask Elliot. Michael has both his hands raised in front of his chest and he is smiling. Why do they all have to be insane? Gabriel POV I’m sitting in the control van. We have a big van with all the computers and technology. We are following Mike a bit behind. Don’t want them to figure out he is being followed in case they pull up Camera images.

"The house is a block away on this route. My team will split in two, and two of my men will stay with you. You all have your own headsets and will be able to listen at all times. My group will head through the front door led by the Vampyr Cyrus, who will disable most of them. The second team will be ready on the left side, as they will reinforce the back if they are half smart. Thermal scan shows the figure of only one female in the further wing, me and my team will head there as soon as we can disable them. Once we are heading that way, you can join us. I have the highest respects to you Julius and Kade, but you are not made for battle, and we are. Please let us do our job." I am not happy

He loves me and this baby. Please hurry, Michael. A few moments later, we arrive at a cold, dim warehouse. Evelyn and I are strapped into chairs side by side, chained to a pillar. Suddenly, car brakes squeal outside, and lights flash through the windows. Hope swells in my chest. Thank God! Michael made it. If he can just give these men what they want, we’ll be okay. The door slams open, and Michael rushes toward us. “Micha—” His name dies on my lips when I see him kneel in front of Evelyn, pulling her into his arms. It’s like I’m invisible.

"Oh my God, isn't this the heir to that major corporation? How did he end up in such a terrible crash?!" Zoey went over to see what the fuss was about and discovered the person in the photo on their phones was none other than Adrian, whom she hadn't seen in days. Zoey hurried back to her office and pulled out her phone to watch the trending video. In the video, Adrian lay in the driver's seat of a luxury car, his head covered in blood. Rescue workers eventually managed to get him onto a stretcher. Lying on the stretcher with blood on his lips, he struggled to speak to the camera, "I'm... I'm... sorry."

As ready as anyone could be when walking straight into the lion's den. "Window opens in fifteen", Michael said without looking up, eyes fixed on the terminal screen. The glow painted his face in shades of pale blue and exhaustion. "Security rotation confirmed. The tech sent final clearance codes. Once we're in, we'll have nine minutes before their systems flag the anomaly". Romeo adjusted the strap of his rifle, the notion brisk, controlled. "Nine minutes is too short". "It's all we'll get", Michael said. "After that, the alarms cascade".