Mike Teller の小説・ストーリー

Then he adds, annoyed, “That is, when I can fucking call him.” “I wonder if Mike retired,” I muse. Grant looks at me, confused. “Why would he retire?” “People who aren’t billionaires tend to do that when they suddenly come into five million dollars.” “Well, shit… Connor’ll probably be pissed about losing his best pilot, too.” “Probably.” “…I’ll make it a really nice plane,” Grant mutters. We stick to our agreement with the FBI and limit our phone calls to family: my parents, his family and siblings. We do a lot of explaining, a lot of calming people down, and a little crying (well, at least on my part).

Alright, I'm going to give you two hundred and fifty," Mike said. The caretaker ignored him and continued walking. Mike ran after him. "I delivered some of the projects I wrote for students today and they are still owning me. One student paid and others will pay me tomorrow. I'm going to give you the money I collected, just let me see the number before paying." "Is the money up to five hundred?" The caretaker asked. "Yes," Mike responded. The caretaker dipped his hands in his pocket and brought out a piece of paper. He covered half of the number because he knew Mike was a smart and desperate guy.

I said trying to be comfortable in this handcuffs,how do criminals even cope, "Well I doubt you have the funds for that"Melanie said this time smiling like she just won a million dollar contract,..... nice one Melanie such a low blow. "Officer Mike,my office now" I heard from a little walkie talkie in the hands of the man I just realized his name is Mike ,all colour immediately drained from his face like a child caught stealing from the kitchen, "We got this, nothing money can't cover right"Melanie's husband tried to assure the going officer like he already sensed trouble,

I reply feeling very important. Mike: "that wouldn't be needed, you should talk to them about it yourself all you have to do is not keep any of the information away from me remember I am the one who is going to lure her into whatever hole it's that you have digged down which means I would have to know how well your plan os going out there inorder to know when to get her out of the house." He said

Mike replied shamelessly sipping his wine. "By framing Ted you couldn't get much money Mike. He is not that much rich now. The loss he got from compensating the driver and the organization is very huge." Lisa said reasonably. "Haha.... who's saying I'm interested in Ted's money? He is a penniless man now. I am talking about the person who paid me for framing him." Mike smiled evilly while staring at the glass of wine in his hand. "What do you mean?" "Do you remember that dinner we had with Mr. Carlos?" Mike asked out of blue.

"Please forgive, ma'am. I promise to tell you everything I know." "Then start talking. Start spilling everything. First of all, how much did the person pay you that made you stoop so low to do that? Mr. Mike, I heard you to be someone that is wealthy. How much did you accept and tell me who sent you to do this?" "I will speak. Please, don't call the cops on me."

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.

Mike Following Ted from the hotel, I couldn't help but wonder what he was up to. Why the hell was he in New York to begin with? He should be rebuilding what we took from him when he went to jail. Yes, we took him for most of what he had. Unfortunately, the feds wanted him gone, so we had to leave him some bread crumbs. He was way worse than our Capo. Ours did most of the same expect the trafficking he did. The boss would never touch that.

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