Mike X Vincent Novels & Stories

And yet, I still walked in. They were waiting for me. At first, it was just him—Vincent Romano, a lowlife who thought ambition made him untouchable. He stood near a crate, hands stuffed into his pockets, posture loose, like this was just another night. “Michael,” he greeted, flashing a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “Glad you could make it.” I didn’t respond. Just watched. Then I noticed the way his fingers twitched, the slight shift in his stance. And I knew.

All the soldiers came out of their hiding places as if the gunshot had sounded an alarm to them, they lined up at the long path in the cabin. Vincent came and walked in the middle of them, staring each one in the eyes as if doing so would expose the traitor amongst them that allowed the other intruders enter the plane. He walked up and down their middle but found nothing. He walked down again and as he was working, he immediately turned and pointed a gun on the forehead of one of the men. The other guards by his side immediately came and held him down, bounding his hands at his back. Vincent took the pen that was in his chest pocket.

I hurriedly stood up and saw Xavier's car coming in. The driver came out to open the door for him but he beat him to it. I heaved a sigh and waited for him. He opened the door and stared at the man on seat. "Mike, you're back and you didn't tell me?" He growled. "Calm down friend. I had to make it a surprise for you." They are friends. I think. "So, you never told me you have another girlfriend. I'm sure you're getting over Lenora." Mike patted Xavier's back.

Vincent clapped his hands. A few of his subordinates charged in from outside. Vincent hinted at them through his gaze. The next moment, they surrounded Michael. “Michael, I’m giving you one last chance. If you don’t leave now, you won’t have another chance to do so. Take him—” Before Vincent finished his sentence, Michael rapidly attacked his men. He easily knocked them down. When Michael said he was undaunted, he meant it. His actions proved it all.

This time, with a tumbler in his hand. “You said you didn’t…” Vincent couldn’t even say it as he wiped the moisture off his face and drew in a much-needed deep breath. “You said you did nothing to her!” Michael cocked his head to the side, a crooked grin on his face. “Finally, the words I have been waiting for. Music to my ears. I must listen to them again, just in case.” Vincent looked away, gritting his teeth. “Come on, Vince. You know what I wanna hear. It can’t be that hard. Come on, now. Just say it.”

Elliot excused himself from them, turning down Laila's offer to dance. “Ha!”Mike laughed out loud,Laila shot him a dead glare before stomping out with Nina following her from behind. “Dude, are you sure you don’t have a thing for Laila?”Xavier questions Mike, giving him the suspicious look. “He does,”Miss Cynthia confirmed his doubts. “No I don’t ,she is so annoying I don’t like her”Mike nervously uttered. “Sure”Miss Cynthia and Xavier agreed in unison,they both glanced at each other before laughing.