Novel & Cerita Mick St John

The third—older, rougher, with a voice decayed from cigarette smoke and a suit that didn’t quite fit—was pacing with a phone to his ear. I didn’t know his name at first. But then he said it. “Mick.” My stomach turned. Whoever he was talking to… I didn’t have to guess. “You got forty-eight hours,” Mick was saying, voice low but venomous. “After that, I start collecting my debt. And I’ll make sure your little whore earns every penny.” My fingers curled into fists behind my back. He was talking to Stacy. He had to be. Every cell in my body surged with heat—fear, yes, but also fury. How dare he. How fucking dare he reduce me to a pawn in his sick, greasy little game. I wasn’t his leverage. I was

He had an accent, the same one like Dominic's. "Good. Now step away for me." He instructed gesturing with the gun and I nodded raising my hands stepping away from the table. My inner-self was begging me to open my mouth to yell at him but that would be the worst idea ever. I should've shot him as soon as he came in. Suddenly he grinned, spreading his arms. "Micah! I wasn't expecting you to be here, thought I'd have to get that information out of your little sister. Thank you for saving me that trouble." He said, sounding completely genuine and innocent.

“Better shut your fucking mouth unless you want to lose a kidney along with that spleen.” Mick laughs. “Touch me one time and see what happens.” He turns to me, completely unconcerned for his welfare. I’m guessing he’s on some pretty powerful drugs right now. Either that, or he’s secure in the idea that Rebel will personally pound Colin into the dirt if he so much as lays a finger on Mick. “He’s right, though,” Mick continues. “Let’s go get a beer and you can tell us all about it.” “It’s not even lunch time,” I say, following Mick over to the red mustang parked on the back side of the lot.

He is the nosiest person in the building and likes being informed about all that is happening. When Cindy typed in Mick’s name, I was a little disappointed that he didn’t come up. There was another Mick, and two Macks, but not a Mick Carver. He had a very distinct profile, a clear thirst-trap to get more female followers. I may have looked him up a time or two, but never followed him either. I don't know why I'm even getting annoyed. “What are you both doing?” Mick walked back into the room carrying three steaming cups of coffee. “Did you get it figured out?”

"Regrettably, your word is worthless. I've met guys like you, John. You may act out emotions, even regret and affection, however, you don't really mean them, we all know that and will never have. It's all just a show, a ruse to achieve what you really intend. You may act as if you have any sense of integrity, however, that doesn't make it real. You're bereft of everything that constitutes someone humanely. You're nothing other than a machine." Mikaella stood out, saying some words. "You're mistaken." We were all taken aback by how composed she sounded. Her voice was soft, yet she was firm in her remarks. “What?” John inquired.

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Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

"ate you mocking me on my misfortune?" Naomi asked, "Mock, how can I mock a smart queen?" Mickel asked, "I can't mock you rather than to celebrate with you" he said, and he sips his brandy gin, "I said, all my money Is gone, I have less than five thousand In my bank account" Naomi said, "How did It happened?" Mickel said,

He said. We all stood in shock, and I stayed like that for some more time because I heard many claps. But what confusing is this is not equal to five members. I looked around for anyone then Maam said that “This speech is listening by everyone from all the floors through the speaker.” I nodded and Mr.Stone continued saying, “I want to give this as my appreciation to her.” I went near him and took it from him and said, “Thank you, Mr.Stone.”

He wastched us both suspicously, then said, "Vince, I see you met my daughter." His name is Vince? "I'm Sofia. It was a pleasure to meet you." I indroduce myself to 'Vince'. "Vincenzo Moretti." He said in a deep voice. He had an accent. "Vincenzo is the Italian Don." My papa said to me. That explained his sexy accent. Did I just call his accent sexy? "Why are you having a meeting with the Italian Don?" I ask, confused. "I'll explain later, now come, your mama made breakfast." He answered.