Mike Ross Novels & Stories

Gina looked at Rhonda and Linda. "I might have been the source of his knowledge … I'm so sorry," Rocco interrupted. They all looked at him, befuddled. "Together with my uncle, he owns Giorgio’s. Several days prior I told my uncle of the plan, overlooking the possibility of him calling The Boss and letting him know." So Rocco was the nephew of Giorgio himself; The Boss owned Giorgio’s and Cain's, and Roy was given a pass valid for the day their plan was on.

No longer putting on airs as he did when he first met Alexander, Ross had become much friendlier. Exchanging a glance with others, Mike said, "If you must know, it's because it happened to me before." "Oh, you told me over the phone that Rhea tried in vain to control you through hypnosis and some drugs. Why were you so afraid that it would work on me?" Ross was puzzled. Mike said, "I wake up easily, so it's difficult to hypnotize me, not to mention that I was on guard. Therefore, I couldn't say for sure that her drug wasn't practical.

Sitting in a well furnished office Mr Kel Ross sipped his cup of coffee while flipping through some documents. Ever since his daughter Stacey started helping out in the company he was less busy and most times he didn't even have to lift a finger because everything was always done perfectly. He adjusted himself on the chair, to find a more comfortable position closed his eyes and relaxed as he enjoyed the absolute silence in the room. "Dad take a look at this." Stacey said as she walked in with a frown on her face.

Tell her how long you’ve been waiting. Dani stood up slowly, his body tensing, sensing the shift in his brother. "Ross. What is it?" Ross froze. He closed his eyes for a split second, his chest falling as he forced the emotional tidal wave back down into the dark. When he opened his eyes, the vulnerability was gone, replaced by a cold, hardened mask. "Nothing," Ross muttered, his voice flat and tight. "It can wait. I'm going to check the garage security." Without another word, he turned on his heel and strode away, his shoulders rigid with an unspoken heartbreak.

I pressed the button without turning around. "Yes?" "Mrs. Rossi, Mike is here to see you," came the voice of my assistant. "Send him in." I heard the door open and close, and felt the shift in the air as he entered. Mike's presence always seemed to fill a room, even when he stood perfectly still. I turned slowly, letting my eyes travel over him. He wore a charcoal suit today, the jacket unbuttoned, revealing the crisp white shirt beneath. His tie was slightly loosened, as if he had been running his fingers beneath it.