Mikey Barone Novels & Stories

he explained gently, pretending to be exhausted. Tyeron just clicked his tongue because he knew the man's true intentions, and by the way, the name Mikael mentioned is another friend of theirs, Boss Meruem. They call him that because he acts like a king when giving orders and moving around. He doesn't know about that friend of his; the news is that he's in Nevada now. He just arrived yesterday. He's always too busy; that's why he wasn't there when Maximo got married, and he doesn't really like gatherings, so that's how it is.

I asked. “My Uncle Micky owns a bar, and he’d let me help out when it got busy.” “How ever did you manage to get away with that?” I thought I heard a hint of sarcasm in Kimia’s voice. Nate leaned toward Kimia, and she and I leaned a bit toward him. “Uncle Micky’s wife’s nephew hooked me up with a fake ID so he wouldn’t get shut down for hiring a minor,” he whispered. “Sounds. . .shady,” Kimia responded.

The football team fists bump Mikey and it’s so much I could do to try to squeeze my tiny, 160-centimeter frame through the horde of broad-shouldered lackeys surrounding him and Becca, the new ‘It’ couple, it seems. Mikey is a hammerhead football player who’s dumber than a box of screws but I guess Becca doesn’t like him for his philosophical views on things. He is ginormous compared to his teammates, with broad shoulders and arms thicker than my thighs. He's also really handsome, in that rugged manly-man type of way. Not my type but I can still see the appeal... if he doesn’t open his mouth that is.

She drove to Turn On Bar as soon as she hung up. Turn On Bar was one of the most complicated places in town. It was said that it belonged to Jake Moore, son of the American Mafia boss, Paul Moore. When Miya stopped at a traffic light, she suddenly realized that she had better inform Xenon. Turn On Bar wasn't a place for her to go alone. She wasn't sure if Xenon would help her and her friend, but she also thought there came the chance to find out if Xenon cared about her. "Xenon, my friend, has got into trouble at Turn On Bar. I was wondering if you can..." Her phone battery went dead before she could explain. She put her phone down frustratingly.

Mila POV After Nick kicked me out of the hospital, I needed to go get a drink. I drive to the nearest bar so that I can cool off and be able to think about a way that I can get rid of Mariah and her pups. Nick must be mine and no one is going to mess up my plans to become Nick’s Luna. I arrive at the bar after a short ride; I park close to the entrance; I grab my phone and head inside. The smell of alcohol and sex hits me as soon as I walk in. I make my way to the bar and sit on one of the stools.

Sydney I was still smiling as I moved towards the bar. A hand stopped me, and I whipped around to face Mike. "Gosh, you scared me!" I spoke. He inquired, "Where were you?" I explained, "I was just out for some fresh air." "What happened earlier? That man. You know who he was?" Mike asked. I nodded, "Aiden Rainer, the CEO of the Reiner group." "How do you know him?" "He took my interview, and I refused the offer," I sighed.

I asked. Nate grinned. “My Uncle Micky owns a bar, and he’d let me help out when it got busy.” “How ever did you manage to get away with that?” I thought I heard a hint of sarcasm in Kimia’s voice. Nate leaned toward Kimia, and she and I leaned a bit toward him. “Uncle Micky’s wife’s nephew hooked me up with a fake ID so he wouldn’t get shut down for hiring a minor,” he whispered. “Sounds. . .shady,” Kimia responded.

The fragile peace they’d been living in for the past week and a half felt like thin ice—beautiful on the surface, but ready to crack with one wrong step. “Yo, boss lady,” Mikey called from across the bay, his voice cracking with that awkward teenage enthusiasm. The nineteen-year-old prospect was sprawled dramatically across a workbench, pretending to fan himself with an oily rag. “If you keep making these bikes sound like angry demons, I’m gonna start thinking you sold your soul to the devil. Or worse—Reaper’s dick.”

Imogen This club/bar is really something else. We got picked up by the limo and a driver who calls himself Mikey Mike. Cute. Actually, he was such a sweetheart like a gentle giant with his bald head, gold hoop earring in his left ear and broad body but with the largest toothy grin you could possibly imagine. He held the door open for us and made sure Autumn and I were comfortable before driving off. Mikey Mike pointed out there was champagne on ice and some snacks if we fancied them.

He takes Jessica’s hand and pulls her to the bar as I return to my office and gawk at them through the mirrored glass. The way Mikey has with women is something of wonder. He always makes them feel confident and special. He is like that with everyone, really. That’s why I wanted him to manage the club- he is a terrific people person. But as I watch him touch Jessica and stand behind her, teaching her how to pour the bourbon, fire sparks inside me. I have never been jealous of any girl Mikey has ever had before, but I am jealous right now. My office door opens, startling me, and Mindy smirks, catching me in the act of eye-stalking, “What are you doing, boss?” she asks me, grinning. I shake my