Michael Vey 9 Novels & Stories

The locks clicked the instant the door shut. I grabbed the handle. It wouldn’t open. Draven slid into the driver’s seat, glancing at me in the mirror with a crooked smile. “Told you we’d leave one way or another.” Kai settled into the passenger seat. Without looking back, he said, “Drive.” The engine roared, and the car pulled away, carrying me farther from the only life I’d ever known. #### The city slipped past my window — familiar streets, traffic lights, apartment buildings, people walking home from work. Everything looked painfully normal. How could the world keep moving like nothing happened? How could strangers laugh while mine had fallen apart?

I say and turn to leave. “No!” Michael shouts. “Don’t go, I’ll hand it over, wait!” I remain standing with my back turned to him as I listen to Michael scramble back to his feet and approach his desk. Slowly, I turn around to watch him unlock a drawer in his desk, his hands shaking as he pleads, “don’t hurt Amelia or anyone in Deadfang. I beg of you, take this and don’t hurt anyone.” I take the vial of poison from Michael’s shaking hand and smirk. “For as long as you know how to keep quiet, you have my word that nothing bad will happen.” I assure him and leave.

Chapter: 91. ***** (Love Story. Pt:2) ***** Michael forced himself to sit straight again, gripping the steering wheel tightly until his knuckles turned white, and stared intently through the windshield as if everything that had just happened hadn't happened at all. His finger reached out to punch into the starter button but this time it wasn't the shakiness that froze their movements, no, it was the sight of the man he was running away from standing right there, in front of his car like he was waiting to be run over that froze him. He was frozen to the spot. The same way he had been in the hallway before. Staring into his dark blue eyes. Feeling like he could drown in them. It was then Micha

The fact he was his mate was the worst that could happen, but at least as far as the investigation was going- things were going well. If only Jesse wasn’t trying to betray him. Or was it Flynn? Mike had many reasons to want Richard in jail for the rest of his life and he was going to do it, even if he had to die. “So?” his boss asked, “what’s coming?” “There is a big delivery expected to happen. Weapons, again. “ Mike explained, “They will be transported from France. “ “Thanks to your help, as far as I am hearing. “ His boss said and Mike shrugged.

Adrian's breathing became shallow. His eyes reached the final line. Never allow anyone to assemble the Ninth Cipher. If the Ninth Cipher is completed... History will not change. It will be erased. Before he could process those words... His phone rang. Unknown Number. He answered. Silence. Then a calm male voice spoke. "We've been waiting for you, Dr. Vale." The line disconnected. At that exact moment, every television in the apartment turned on by itself. Every screen showed the same image. A black background.

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.

This was the flat, heavy authority of a fist with a warrant behind it, three floors down and climbing, and a voice in the corridor using my name, my real one, the legal one they’d come to collect. Michael was already moving. Dressed before I’d sat up, calm the way he only ever is when everything is on fire, and he had the bag in one hand and the other held out to me. “Ninety seconds,” he said. “Service stair, the kitchens, a car I left two streets over on the first night. After that there’s no undoing it.” He didn’t pull me. He just held out his hand and left it there, steady, while boots hit the second-floor landing.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

Around nine o'clock at night, Michael, handcuffed and guarded as if he were a high-ranking leader of some South American Carter gang, returned to his native country, the United States. The autumn breeze that blew, carrying with it the smell of hot dogs, hamburgers and tacos, the English accent resonating on every corner and the delirious people walking the streets talking to nothing, welcomed him to a land to which he never thought he would return.

"I don't know the names of your streets. I wouldn't know how to walk on your roads. But I know you were in my kitchen, and I know I held you in the mud. That’s enough for me." "Elina! The grid is dropping!" Michael yelled from the edge of the yellow circle. He wasn't reaching for me anymore; his hands were out to balance himself as the stone slab beneath his feet tilted another three inches into the gray soup below. His eyes were wide, looking between the countdown numbers on Leo's phone and the way my fingers were still lingering on Kai Feng’s arm.