Mike Hanlon Novels & Stories

Detective Small, I learned while in Dallas, is nothing short of a psychopath. His partner Detective Ryan was a good person who put trust in him as her partner, and it got her killed. His talent for pinning murders on members of society he deems to be unworthy was horrifying. I approached Detective Ryan with some information and hoped that she would take it seriously.

Taylor, Logan, Nancy, Mila and two guards are right behind us. It takes us about three hours to make it to Storm Forrest pack. When we make it to the entrance of her pack her father, brother and his Luna are waiting by the entrance. “Nick, what a pleasant surprise, what brings you today” Mila’s father Jacob Gibson says, shaking my hand. I lean forward and shake Mila's brother Thomas Gibson and his Luna Mara hand. "Nick, how are things going? I heard about your Luna. I'm glad she was found". Thomas says and I can see the sincerity in his eyes.

He tapped Michael lightly on the shoulder. “I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Hanry.” Hanry smiled faintly. “You... resigned as Helena's personal bodyguard?”

I asked and when I glanced at him, he was crossing his arms over his chest to give out an intimidating stance, narrowing his eyes into thin slits. Jesus... "Uhuh," he responded tersely. Really, dad? You just had to pull an overprotective father stunt, why don't you? Mike stood up from the bed and held out his hand. "I just want to introduce myself properly due to um... circumstances," he said awkwardly as he shifted his foot. "I'm Michelangelo Lombardi, but you can call me Mike." I glanced back at dad and I saw his eyebrows shoot up, surprise encompassed his entire demeanor. "Lombardi? As in Lombardi Enterprises?" and then he shook his hand.

NATHAN I try to concentrate my anger into a clenched fist. "Collins?" I say. The guy next to her turns to me first. "Ryan?" She widens her eyes and waves to the two people behind me. I stare at her, letting her know that I want an explanation. "Michael, this is Nathan Ryan, my boss. Mr. Ryan, Michael Grey, an old friend." Grey? That name... The Grey from the party? The college buddy.

Donny chuckled. He has thick long brown hair that he ties back in a low ponytail, kind chocolate colored eyes, and thick lips. He was the security guard slash bouncer and would tackle and subdue the guys who would cause problems. He was also really funny and would make food for us sometimes. I don’t eat when I’m on the clock and the girls don’t either. I thought it was very thoughtful of him. It was hard to believe he wasn’t a werewolf because of his build. Despite being so big, he was a gentle giant and was the nicest person I’ve met since Gabe and I arrived.

"Aw, Mike Hanlon? Come on, man!" I watch as Cassius steps forward to embrace a wiry, balding man in a dark suit. A sudden jolt of terror shoots straight down my spine. For a terrifying second, the man's figure reminds me of Alex, one of the enforcers on Julian’s personal security detail. My stomach drops, my throat closing up. Then my brain catches up. It’s not Alex. It’s just Mike, an old friend of Cassius. I exhale a shaky breath. I hold myself together before my knees give out completely.

The guy turns in my direction then quickly lets Harper go. With a few slow steps forward in at Harper's side wrapping my arm around his shoulder. "He smells like a wolf but sure as fuck doesn't look like one" Skyler says as he walk around the guy. "Who's this baby?" I ask Harper as I continue to stare the guy down. "Nixon this is my brother Griffin, Griffin meet my boyfriend Alpha Nixon of the Night Moon pack" Griffin takes a slow step back bumping into Luca who has a cup from the coffee shop in his hand. I roll my eyes at Luca with a small shake of my head. Leave it to him to make a fucking pit stop in a situation like this.

He has nothing productive to say, but I am acutely aware that he keeps looking over my shoulder at Zara. Before they dismiss him, the Luna a question that he seems prepared for. “Alpha Williams, why do you believe these seven guard trainees tried to attack Rocky?” “Hanlon’s Razor.” He says with confidence. The Alpha Regent sits forward. “Forgive my ignorance, Alpha Williams. What the Hell is Hanlon’s Razor?” “Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity.” Alpha Williams nods confidently in his response. I feel my mouth drop open and Mike stifles a laugh.

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"