Mike The Situation Audiobook Novels & Stories

"You’ve got to be kidding me," "Did you say something?" Mike asked. "I said your intuition is full of shit," I snapped, though my heart was racing. I had to change tactics. If I couldn't kill him, I had to own him. "Listen, Mike. You want a story, right? A real one?" "I want the truth," he replied.

"Yeah." "Me too." "Good. Don't talk about the cookies." When it was time, I got up and walked to the little podium thing they had set up. "Hi, my name is Alex and I'm an alcoholic. So, I had sort of a rough day..." After speaking for about five minutes, I made my way back over to my seat. It was cathartic. I spoke about myself, my issues and about Em. Big Mike's surprise was evident when he heard how I fucked things up with her. I expected compassion, what I got was a mixture of anger and frustration flashing across his face.

He said in a mocking tone: - Looks like today is not your appointment. Before you sit down, please close the door for me. Mikey turned around and closed the door behind him, then plopped down in his chair. The young doctor got up from his seat, he got Mikey a cup of coffee and put it in front of him, when he saw Mikey's tense face, David joked: - Has your disease changed? Mikey finished his coffee in one gulp, shook his head, and said:

“I am going to have to leave you here elders. I cannot be gone for long. They will notice and know I let you go.” Sara is cruel, if it were me, I would have just told them what I was going to do. I guess this is more fun for her, to watch them suffer, have hope that everything Is going to be okay before killing it altogether. I left the elders and went back to the cottage where Mike was. “Hey Mike, how are you doing?” I can see that he is not well, hunger is killing him but holding it. This is his sister’s pack and is trying to be respectful and not kill anyone. I command him for that. “Am fine man.” Shame poor thing, he is better than most newborns.

“This ends now. You’re done.” Mike’s eyes locked on mine, a cruel smile curling at the edges of his lips. “You always did think you could control everything, didn’t you, Ian? But look around. Your reign is crumbling. The council is divided, your people are dying, and soon, you’ll lose everything.” I gritted my teeth, stepping closer. “You’re the one who’s going to lose, Mike. You’ve betrayed your people. You’ve betrayed me.” Mike laughed, a sound that grated on my nerves. “Betrayed you? No, Ian. I’ve liberated them. You were never fit to lead. And now, I’m going to prove it.”

Chapter 25 "We are here," Mike looked up as his driver stopped the car in front of his company. He had been unusually bubbly today, which got his driver confused as for the first time, Mike strikes a long conversation with him. It disarmed him and thrilled him at the same time.

All of my friends. Will I ever see any of them again? I shake myself, clamping down hard on the fear, pain, and panic that want to start welling up within me when I think about leaving my old life and never looking back. “Honestly, when I read it, I wanted to light it on fire,” Mike rasps quietly, his voice so raw that I can tell it’s coming from a deep, dark pit inside him. “I told her we should take it out to the backyard, build a fire with it, and roast hot dogs.”

"Trust me, it's safe." Mike opens his eyes and glares at me with the kind of fury that would be intimidating if he wasn't currently tied up on his own floor looking like he lost a fight with his own furniture. "What are you doing? Untie me. Untie me right now." I actually laugh. "Who did you think I was, Mike? Did you honestly believe I'd come here without a plan? I was with you for years. I know exactly how you think. You're like a badly written thriller novel. Predictable plot, disappointing ending."

“Though, I gotta say, those bars were full of chicks. Not like this place.” I rolled my eyes. Typical. He struck me as a self-proclaimed ladies’ man who probably got rejected more often than not. I shook my head, annoyed at myself for being so judgmental. Maybe I was just stressed. “Told you—” Mike’s voice cut through the noise. It was the first time he had spoken since we left. His voice was deep—far deeper than I expected from someone so thin and almost skeletal. “This might not even be Bantayan at all.”

"Exactly, so can you show me where she is?" "I like your boldness. Yeah, i give you that. But you failed to recognize the type of person you are dealing with. You want to attend to her privately so you can give her a hundred reasons why she should open her legs for you and let you fuck her." Mike said, startling the doctor. He didn't see that coming. Jennifer paused and walked over to the kitchen door to hear their discussion clearly, still mindful of what she was cooking.