Mikey Barone Novels & Stories

She was lying on her couch in her fluffy onesie pajamas and a wool blanket, doing everything she could to comfort herself after last night. Mikey had a bottle of champagne in his hand and he did a little dance, twerking his way to the couch. He was in a celebratory mood, eager to welcome his best friend into the Ho Ho club, he called it. Meanwhile, Olivia shook her head and rolled her eyes, walking behind Mikey with a box of cupcakes in her hand. “So glad to finally have you on our side,” Mikey gave Audrey a quick kiss on the cheek before sitting down. “Now it’s your turn Liv, get yourself on Tinder or Coffee Meets Bagel and get them bagels,”

The elite of the elite standing around the gold and silver studded foyer of our expansive driveway so that it looked like I was some sporangia admiring the carnage in a shark tank. “If it isn't Frederick McKenzie, the mogul’s little brother, Always a pleasure to see the little ones fostering,” Don Baron laughed coarsely, the stubbled folds of his quadruple chin vibrating so hard I reared back, afraid some animal might leap through the folds onto my crepe gold suit.

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

This time, I stood up, shouting so loudly that an eerie silence fell upon the bar, with everyone's eyes fixed on me. He stood too, his smile unwavering as he approached, his voice barely above a whisper near my ear. "I know the Alpha has chosen another bride, and you're suffering because of it. Why don't you come with me? I can help you win him back, and he'll be completely yours." His audacity enraged me. I struck him with force, leaving onlookers gasping, their eyes glued to the unfolding scene. I grabbed my keys and rushed out of the bar, trying to calm my breathing.

I aid before mimicking what they just did and they let out a deep sigh. "It actually depends on you, Gab." Barry answered so I looked at Marvin and Kevin and they both nodded in agreement. "Top will probably give us another set of free drinks if you come with us. But if not, then nothing's gonna be free tonight since his favorite guy is not coming and I'm not planning to pay either. I told you, I'm quite broke as of the moment." Mike answered while preparing a spoonful of noodles and putting it inside his mouth and he seemed to regret it because it's actually hot but he had no choice but to cover his mouth and endure the feeling of his taste buds burning and I can't help but laugh as he turn

Milo greeted me with a wide smile on his face. Milo is one of my closest friends in Bendoveh Island's Sixth District. He is the only bartender who does not consume alcohol. He's been clean for nearly three years. We grew up together and have been looking out for each other ever since. I've been going to the 69ers Club every night, and Milo has been my spotter and wingman when it comes to women.

I asked him. Nodding his head, he pointed at a ginger boy before saying, "That's Mikey. He's nice, just always quiet. He's the mom of the group, always making sure we do everything right and not get into trouble," he said while laughing a little. "Then that's James. He's mostly known for his games. He's the man-whore of the group, always with a lady once in a while, so don't get surprised," he said while glaring at me. Nodding my head, I looked at the other guy who had a black hoodie on then pointed at him.

“And that person who thinks of how precious and priceless you are. This person is what we needed and you are merely a tool to bring him to me.” Mikey. I know that they had been trying to hunt Mikey down so seeing her here, standing in front was a surprise,e a surprise. I know that they were after us, no., and I know that we are not yet and that we still have a long day to go. “I got to admit it but you’re good you are a good bait,” she says as she continues to eye on the side. “Never knew I was a charmer,” I replied, as I gave her the same arrogance that she had given me. I will never bow down to anyone, I refuse.

“Yeah. Yeah. I know. Or I’ll be punished.” “Exactly.” He pulled away, giving me a heated onceover. When he walked out, it took a few seconds before I shifted my attention back to the computer. I typed in the name of the Russian mafia organization, finding more articles than I had on the Voltairs. After reading a few articles it had become apparent that they had no issue ruffling feathers, acting as if they owned the world. I started writing down a few notes, startled when I heard a man clearing his throat. I placed my hand over my heart as I peered at Mikey. “I didn’t see you standing there.” He has something in his hand. It looked like a hard drive. “What do you have there?”

He cautiously walks towards us, no more running for this little guy, and once he was in front of me, he wipes his hands on his shorts once again before touching my tummy. “Wuna,” he said happily. Drake kneeled down and spoke with Mikey. “Did you get hurt? Do you feel any pain?” Drake asks. Mikey shook his head no. “Mwikey is stwong,” he showed Drake his tiny little arms and biceps letting Drake know that he was strong. “Wow, Mikey is a big boy now,” Drake said. Mikey nodded in agreement. “A big boy who can’t read,” Nori said as he approach us.