Mikey Barone Novels & Stories

I feel the strain of the denim as I start sporting the semi. Clearing my throat, “Uhm, yeah, come by my office afterward”. I make quick work to get to the bar, I need that drink more than ever now. Nursing on a whiskey neat, I see some of the sponsors and make it a point to get over to the new members.

“High Councilor Cyra, correct?” We all slightly jumped as Micah showed up next to the three of us. I locked my jaw and balled up my hands. “Yes and you are Micah Smith. We haven’t formally been introduced.” She held out her hand to shake his but he took hers and kissed the top of it. “It’s wonderful to hear my name from the lips of a beautiful woman.” He smiled as he looked over to us expectantly. “My name is Young Kim, I am head of the Tiger Coven in Seoul. This man…” he put his hand on my shoulder “…is Maximillion Cattaneo, right hand man to Morgan Russo and pianist extraordinaire.”

Hrithik said making mum smile. "Sure beta! Come to our home sometime! I will make rosogollas for you!" Mum said. "And this pretty lady here-" Uncle said wrapping his arm around my shoulder, "is their and my princess! Mridula! Mridula Roy! Sam's bestfriend. A physiotherapist from LDN." I smiled at his words for me and pulled out my hand to shake with Hrithik,"Hello! It's nice to meet you! Can I call you bhaiya?!" I said with so much hope in my eyes and he instantly smiled.

he said. "what car are we using" I asked still wondering on he intends sneaking us in without people noticing. It would be wrong to steal the show from the organizers. I mean with our influence,looks, money and all, we can make the other guys green with envy. I use a Pagani Zonda HP Barchetta and apart from its super fastness. It's also super magmatic. It drags out girls from whenever they are to itself.

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.

He's the roommate who fixes things around the house, and watching him grip a wrench makes me grip the countertop. Mike is the funny one. Twenty-six. Sandy blond, green eyes, a grin that's permanent and infectious. He's a bartender at the place downtown – the kind with craft cocktails and mood lighting – and he comes home at 2 AM smelling like bourbon and bad decisions. His body is lean and wiry, a skateboarder's build, with abs that appear when he stretches in the kitchen shirtless every morning while I pretend to read the news on my phone. He flirts with me constantly – casual, relentless, a hand on my waist when he slides past me in the hallway, a "looking good, roomie" when I come out of

“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.

Geez. “The device is running now, Ms. Barrios. Give it thirty minutes or so and you might see some results.” “Thanks, Mikey. And you don’t need to call me by my formal name. Selena is just fine. You did risk your life as well to save mine.” I turned back toward him, smiling. He’d been so formal around me that I was slightly uncomfortable. “Boss man wouldn’t like that.” “I guess I’ll need to talk to him.” “I’m certain he’ll listen to you.” He grinned. “He doesn’t to almost anyone else.”

JASON’S POV I stood straighter, my eyes narrowing. “Yeah. That’s me.” He nodded once. “I’m Officer Mike.” Before I could even process that, Mark cut in beside me. “Your full name, officer?” The man didn’t blink. “Michael Barone.” That name hit something in the back of my head like a light switch. "Barone." I knew that name. I knew it. “Barone?” I repeated, frowning. “Wait… Nah, that can’t be right. Not him.”

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.