Novel & Cerita Mikey Berzatto

Warm regards, Michy Himyz ;)

None of his two colleagues were doing great either. " I agreed with the idea of introducing another monster " Santana said gently. His grey hair was neatly combed and his suit were pressed and neat but that doesn't makes him less sad and downcast. " Who is this man you have arranged to go after Konstantin Dmitri? " For some seconds Mattia didn't speak as he took his time to reply. " Maximo Santino " Stunned totally by Mattia's response, Santana and Carlos shared a horrified glance. " You are kidding, why would you call in a Mafia Boss into this? " Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can'

I fixed him with a steely gaze, "Don't insult my intelligence, Mikey. I've got enough dirt on you to bury you six feet under. Now, either you start talking, or things are going to get very messy for you." Mikey's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape that he knew didn't exist. He licked his lips nervously. "Okay, okay, I'll talk," he finally conceded, his voice barely above a whisper. I leaned in closer, a predatory grin spreading across my face. "That's what I thought. Now spill it, Mikey. Tell me everything you know about Emilio's plans. And while you're at it, enlighten me on how the hell Santino managed to gather dirt on us, the Chicago Outfit, and even the head of the FBI

Not that it ever was. We were waiting on Mikey Two-Times. Real nervous punk. Used to run money and drops for Damien before the whole Rossi operation started hiding in the shadows. Mikey wasn’t smart. Wasn’t loyal either. He was the type to crack under pressure, and that’s exactly what we needed. It was past two when he finally showed. Scrawny, hoodie up, eyes darting like he already knew he was being hunted. He stepped out the club, alone, walking fast down the sidewalk, head down. Like that would save him.

A freaking hard chest, with proud pecs and which I'm sure his under a boring shirt hides his cute pink nipples. I lifted my head, and there they were... those addictive chestnut eyes, glaring down at me. The very eyes belonging to the reason I’d gotten wasted in the first place. Mikey. Fucking. Montero. This son of a bitch!

He’d set down three glasses on three coasters, atop the round ring of his walled, peg-legged coffee table. “Scotch?” I asked, my voice devoid of all emotion. Davin just passed my glass to me. I took a sip. It burned all the way down. Marla wrinkled her nose, but knocked the whole glass back in one. “There. Can I have a vodka cranberry now?” Davin chuckled. “Sure. You too, Enzo?” I waved a hand. “Yeah, whatever.” They shared a look. “I quite like a mai tai, personally,” said Davin, “but I haven’t got any lime juice.”

There are customers and other employees on the floor; has Tabby lost her fucking mind? I go to stand when Mikey walks over, and I can tell he is telling Tabby to leave. She rolls her eyes at him, her hands on her hips as he shouts, but I chose Mikey to manage the club based on more than him just being my best friend. He doesn’t back down from a challenge and is good at breaking up fights when needed. Tabby is angry, but she walks away, and I lean back in my chair as I watch Mikey talk to Jessica. She smiles as she glances at my office, and my eyes widen- will Jessica tell anyone what happened?

I can tell that he's enjoying what I'm doing to his body right now, he has already forgotten how he complains earlier about the maple syrup is so thick and sticky. Eventually, I got used to the weird taste of maple syrup and Michael's sweat. My back is aching from bending so much just to lick his six-pack abs. When I can't take it anymore I decided to just kneel in front of Michael and I don't know if that's the best decision I ever made in my whole life. I don't know but Michael seems like 6'5 tall and I'm like maybe five feet tall, so when I knelt in front of him his long and hard shaft hit me right in the face, I couldn't even reach his six-pack abs to lick.

“For someone that you do not really know, did not see, except for the few times where she tried to play perfectionist, you are putting away too much efforts on her and way too much faith in her.” I turned slowly, eyes narrowing on Mikhail, my most trusted Beta. He stood near the bookshelves, arms folded behind his back, gaze steady. Always the calm one, the level-headed one, but never afraid to speak what he saw. He was the one person who could speak to me freely. The two of us grew with one another, rose from the ashes together, stood strong, stood against everything that defied us. This was not just an alpha and beta conversation, this was a friend's conversation.

It wasn’t until I heard Alexei’s voice, his voice above a whisper, as he spoke to me, making me relax “Good job, malyshka, keep things going as they are. We are almost done with this” ************************************** I looked at Esteban who smiled when he saw me entering the room. Having showered, I fixed the microphone in a more comfortable position in my hair as to hide it while it was tied in a bun or if I chose to decide to untie my hair. Esteban got up from his chair, and extending his hand for me to take, I shook my head at him, letting him draw it back “it seems like you are a little more stubborn than I believed that you would be”