Micheal Afton Novels & Stories

I tried turning to see his face, but his grip on my body was ironclad, before Michael’s enchanting blue eyes held me in his spell as he leaned over. “You will be an AMAZING Luna, Elena. Gotham needs a woman as free-spirited as you are. Not one of those air-head possies. Besides, Carla Winehouse is not my mistress, haven't touched her since we fucked Elena,” Michael growled, moving away but not before I saw him flash his brother a warning look. I glanced up and Anthony’s face swept down to meet me. He looked more rugged than before, his jet-black hair flying around his face as his hazel eyes pierced into mine while we trotted through the chirping forest.

Me: “Okay… time?” His reply came quickly. David: “12 pm…?” Me: “That’s fine.” He sent a thumbs-up emoji and went offline. I sighed in relief. At least it would help take my mind off things for a while. --- It was exactly 10:47 am when I started putting my things in order, ready to leave. But then, as if reading my thoughts, another message from David appeared. David: “I’ll come pick you up at 11.”

Carter got inside the car, nodding at Mikhail to get inside without asking questions. “Take us home, now, and I want the fastest route” I said, looking out the window. The night was dark regardless of the moon which was covered by clouds. My hands shook as I tried controlling myself, fearing what was to come. The cold night’s air would have normally sent chills down my spine, and knowing that the man, my partner, and unfortunately, my enemy, was at my house, facing my mate, probably challenging her was something that I didn’t want to think of.

“He thinks the child is leverage.” Lucian cursed under his breath, finally pulling his phone out only to check his calendar for a name Then he froze. Forty-six missed calls. Ten messages. One voice recording. He clicked play. Damien’s voice emerged, low, cold, triumphant: “Lucian. I’m taking her. And Marek? He won’t be breathing when you get here. No traces. No witnesses.” Lucian shot to his feet. The chair fell backward with the force. “I’m going,” he growled.

Mia looked at the hideous man in front of her and suddenly felt sick. Was this the Afton she had always protected and trusted? In the end, Afton was sentenced to fifteen years in prison. As Afton was escorted out, he slammed hard into me. "Ryan, don't get too happy just yet! I'll be out soon! Mia will definitely save me!" I sneered. "She can barely protect herself. Besides, do you really think you're going to have an easy time in there?"