Mike Teller Novels & Stories

I open the door to find Mike with his pants down while a girl that barely looks legal gives him a blow job. The minute she notices me in the room, she scrambles to her feet. I hand her a hundred dollar bill and tell her to get out of the room and she quickly does that. “Who the hell are you?” Mike glares at me. “I'm about to be your worst nightmare if you don't tell me where Allison Reyner is.” I growl at him and I immediately see the guilt in his eyes.

“Now…I want you to find out this uncircumcised imbecile and tell me everything you know about them. I’m paying them a visit as soon as that happens.” “Way ahead of you, Xaden. So…I dug, and you’re not going to like who transferred $45,000 to the news-house, just three hours before the article was posted, with the description ‘divorce article’ on the receipt.” Mike told me. “Maren Odaughnna.” I roared. “That son of a bitch!” “Daughter of a bitch,” Mike corrected me. “Really, Mike? You knew all this and you couldn’t have led with that from the get-go?” I grunted as I made a full 360 drift, turning my car around and flooring it in the direction of where we had just left.

The other directors all nod and then wait for him to answer. “I, I, I’m Mike Brewers and I’m with Brewers Law firm.” Tom holds up his phone stopping him from saying anything else. He makes a call “yes, I’d like you to check a lawyer’s credentials and registration please? Yes, his name is Mike Brewers of Brewers law firm” he asks the person on the other end.

He rushed to the judge’s resting room and walked in without even knocking. “Sir, I have last minute evidence.” The fifty-year-old Judge Regan who was leisurely sipping tea as he arranged his notes, waiting for the recess to be over looked up at Mike and sighed. He didn’t believe a word of what Mike said, he just felt he was a desperate man wanting to give himself false hope when there was none. He had known Barrister Mike for a very long time and he had been impressed by his brilliance many times when he officiated his court sessions but this time he must say he was disappointed. He had never thought of Mike as someone who was easily blinded by money. But this time he knew that was just the

Annabelle questioned and was already stepping backwards gradually. “Hahaha, too bad we're not the real Deadly burger”. The guy with the name– Mike, confessed. “Yeah. We stole the real deadly burger phone recently. And the most interesting part, when we were just about to sell the phone, we received a call from aka you”. The second guy— Perry, announced with a smug look on his face. “Gosh, I can't believe we made 50 thousand dollars overnight!”. Mike announced and jumped up before excitingly hitting his chest against Perry's chest.

She filled all five glasses and distributed them, sinking back down into her seat. “Thank you,” Mike murmured, taking a swig. He took a deep breath, his eyes distant as he began to speak. “It all started years ago, before you were born. Before your mom and I were even married. I got mixed up with some members of the Volkov Syndicate. At first, it was small stuff… nothing major. Things were good, and I was making good money. But the years went by, I married your mom, we had Jake…”

After making an appointment, I call the manager of the company. "Ollie from the Brown Group, are you familiar with him?" The only manager left, Mike, says, "He is a very powerful investor. The Brown Group ranks among the top ten domestic investment banks. So when he asked for your number from me just now, I gave it to him directly." I say, "Okay, I see."

“You’re going to bankrupt the café emotionally and financially.” “I’ll pay you back.” Just as Justin stood up to move closer, Mike finished his conversation. “I’d like you to think about what I said,” Mike told Aiden gently. “And give me a positive answer when the time comes.” Then he stood. Justin froze mid-step. Mike glanced at him briefly. “Justin, right?” Mike said casually. “You’re quite enthusiastic for someone who doesn’t own the place.” Justin stiffened. “Ehh… is that how rich people talk to strangers?”

Mike was being a little too unrealistic and reckless with the issue at hand. "Sir, you really don't think she would find him?" "She can't. He's not in Wisconsin, and she's not some high profile criminal with the skills to find him." Mike replied curtly, shutting the laptop close. He stood up and reached out to the large bar at the far right of the office, towering over every other piece of furniture that sat in the space. He drew out a half empty bottle of whiskey, pouring himself a glass. He returned it to its position and walked away, over to the glass wall whose curtains had been pulled sideways. Adonis watched his form turned back against him, perhaps raising the glass to his lips.

Nathan was a regular and well known in the restaurant, and being a Crawford, he was treated with more respect than the average customer. "Any update about the finance team?" Nathan asked. "Hmm, one minute," Mike replied as they got to the table. They had their seat, waiting for the table to be served as Mike opened the tab with him. Nathan's phone beeped as a message notification dropped from his father. He didn't bother to open it when he picked up his phone and slid it into this suite pocket. "I think I found something," Mike said, his eye narrowed at the tab. "What is it?" Nathan asked.