Mike Ross Novels & Stories

It felt like I was finally hitting the people I actually wanted to hurt. ​But then, the shifts changed. ​The Rebels’ top line came over the boards. Michael Rossi led the charge, his skating so fluid it looked like he wasn't even trying. He was a menace. He didn't just play hockey; he played people. He knew exactly how to position his body to draw a foul, how to chirp just low enough that the refs didn't hear, but the players did. ​I moved to close the gap on him as he crossed into our zone.

Kim replies smiling at his friend as he taps Russell on his arm before sitting down. ✨🥊✨🥊✨🥊✨🥊✨🥊

Caden, who was about to grab a snack, whispered. “Hydrochloric acid. It was hot…” He sighed. “Moving on, Mike was on the run a few days ago, barely a month after he almost ruined my entire face. I started trailing him and that’s when I realized Donovan could be in danger from Ross. Fortunately, I saved him from being kidnapped and I took him along with me. I was kind of his guardian angel at that point.” He grinned.

Just existing in each other's presence. "Tell me about yourself," I said finally. "Not what everyone else says. What you want me to know." Ross smiled slightly. "I am fifty-nine years old. I like morning runs and terrible action movies. I am terrified of losing the people I love." "Why terrified?" "Because apparently I already lost you once. I do not want to lose you again." The words hit hard. "You did not lose me. I am right here." "Are you? Because the woman everyone describes as my mate is not the woman sitting next to me."

I just smiled, making a mental note to hop on it later on. I exchanged greetings with the head manager, Mr Corner and then headed straight to the water slide fixing up my glasses as it was a bright day. I saw Ross standing, switching his gaze from the phone to slide, he was wearing gray square patterned pants and a white polo shirt almost like he was going golfing. He looked to his right and met my eyes, making his face light up. “You look amazing.” He complimented and I forced a smile as a response.

He asked making me frown at the thought. "Jake and Mary went out one night and left a note saying they will be gone for a couple of hours, so I thought it was safe if I went for an hour well, when I went into town I saw them at a restaurant and freaked out then turned around only to bump into someone. Well that someone was Mike Ross, we talked for a little bit and for some reason, we immediately bonded and he offered to show me where he works so I said sure, so he took me and he introduced me to Harvey and them.

Hunter's POV I talked with Brandon as we went out for fresh air. I told him what Abbie had explained to me. To my surprise, he remembers that day vividly. It was one of his first encounters with those rogues, and he remembered how he and Wesley had ripped them apart. He promised to meet with Abbie for a quiet breakfast tomorrow morning. And to make things better, Wesley will be joining us, too. - don't tell Ricky. He's still not fond of the guy.

Mike very soon. His phone beeped and he checked to see what was up. His eyes widened and he leaped for joy. He finally found Mr. Mike. “Yes!” He exclaimed. This means that he would be leaving here soon. He missed America and couldn't wait to return. **** Roland swayed in his chair as he listened to Noel speak. If he was already in love with someone else, he would have fallen for this lady. She was impressive but then, she had an attitude that doesn't settle quite well with him.

I muttered, lowering my lashes. Igor flashed his soft smile. "Please, have a seat." A deep voice interjected before Igor could make any conversation. I held my brother's hand, hoping he would accompany me. His striking blue eyes shifted to our hands. His jaw clenched. He was Maximo Russo Moretti, the most ruthless boss, but sweetest to his wife! Rigor pulled the chair out for me and gave me a nod.

"It was Ross! David Ross from the primary security team! He took two million from a private offshore account in Zurich! He gave us the override keys for the north gate!" Damien stared down at the trembling man, his breathing heavy, his knuckles white around his weapon. The raw, terrifying urge to end the threat right then and there hung heavy in the air. "Damien," I said softly, stepping onto the threshold of the hallway. I didn't touch him, but my voice was a gentle, unbreakable anchor in the dark. "It's over. Look at him. He's finished." Damien stayed frozen for three long, agonizing seconds. Then, slowly, the cold, blinding rage in his eyes softened. He took a long, heavy breath, lowering