Mikey Barone Novels & Stories

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

And the girl was obediently sleeping without pulling him anymore. Mikey lit a cigar, he stood by the floor-to-ceiling window looking outside, it was now pouring rain. He frowned at the many missed call notifications on his phone screen. Mikey opens his personal assistant's message: [Where is the boss, not coming home? I'm so miserable. I just had to come up with an excuse to lie to my boss's wife.]

Both of them were still silent while being preoccupied with their respective cigarettes. "Hah, I thought you were going to ask me to thwart weapons smuggling or alcoholic beverages as usual. That's lame," Mike teased, smiling wryly at Barra. The man who was being satirized was still silent. His mind was only focused on why his ex had come back to his side in such a pathetic way. "Come on, Barra. Don't tell me that you're curious about what happened to that hot girl," Mike said casually. "If you are, what do you want?" Barra challenged.

Then standing up and shaking Matthews hand. Mikey turned to me and said "Who's this beautiful lady?" Matthew clenched his jaw and said "This is Ali Dream. She's My P.A, so back off." Mikey put his hands up and said "Just asking." Mikey is probably just like Matthew. Their both friends, so I'm just gonna assume that their alike. Then again... maybe not, I mean Mikey doesn't really look like a typical rich guy right now. Instead of a suit, he's using a white v-neck t-shirt and dark jeans.

he says, tossing the page away. He eyes me curiously, and when I catch a certain scent, I grimace instantly. Sure enough Mikey pops out somewhere in the back, seemingly from a hole in the ground. He dashes to me in an instant. Like usual, he’s not wearing the standard suit the males in my family do. He’s got on a t-shirt that’s so worn it has a few scattered holes, and jeans equally old that are slung so low on his hips a female would be drooling over his skin on display. His body is a swarm of random tattoos and scars he wears with pride. Though none are on his face and glaringly obvious like mine. I instantly try to come up with a reason for being here right now, but I don’t have one. Then

Those burning red eyes won’t leave my mind, neither will the feel of those hands on my neck, that pelvis pressing up against my backside… or the salacious, daring words rolling off of that tongue… “Double bourbon. Now,” I snap at the bar tender, and he leaves his other customer in an instant, cracking open the top shelf stuff smuggled in straight from Kentucky and pouring me two fingers. “That’s the idea, kid! Get some fire in that belly. I’m guessing it weren’t a great walk?” Mikey calls out laughingly, as he and the guys finally spot me, hanging over the bar like a wet towel freshly wrung out by some damn, strong hands. Those hands… Those eyes…

I put the order in and grabbed the beers from Daisy at the bar. "Hey, Bonnie," Daisy said quietly, her eyes sharp as she wiped a glass dry. "If those jackasses give you any trouble, you let me know, alright? My son nearly beat Mike's ass when he grabbed Raya." "Which one's Mike?" I asked. She pointed at Spike-hair. I nodded, balancing the beers carefully. When I came back with the nachos, I turned to leave — and felt his hand smack down on my ass like I was some toy he'd paid for.

"Hold on, this is all just a misunderstanding. Mr. Barrett is Ms. Lane's ex-husband, not a stranger." The lead lawyer responded sternly, "Mr. Dominic has made it clear that all members of the Barrett family are prohibited from having any contact with Ms. Mia."

At this point Diana still hadn't gotten the full picture of George's plan. “I know someone who can take us there, he is one of the army members at the border. He can smuggle us in.” Diana brushed her hair roughly. “Even if we can cross over there, how will we blend in? They'll soon find out that we're not from their pack.” “We'll get a mark that we're their members, just like we got a mark as members of Pack Kyne.” He rolled up his sleeve and showed Diana the Pack Kyne membership mark on his upper arm, in the shape of an eagle clutching a snake.

I asked curiously. "Okay, listen." He sighed. "Yurik knew that I know you and he completely used that to his advantage to save Micah's ass." "How did he know?" "Yurik can find out anything about anything. Nothing surpasses him but I'm convinced that my drivers car was traced back here. He found out who was at the bar and you...a stunning woman who just so happened to be the only one from this complex there that night. You and Micah have the same surname and he just knew. Yurik has fucking superpowers." He explained and his voice softened. I could tell that he loved his brother deeply.