Mikey Schmidt Novels & Stories

For him, hair coloring was an obvious health risk. What can we do to bring Mikey back ? “He was a special person in my life and I miss him. The man I fell in love with in 2012 is not the same man I am seeing now. Even though I'll be there in full force, I miss Mikey . —Now that the 5sos are no longer four close friends, I can't look at them the same way. It's hard to watch their interviews or concert videos due to the obvious animosity between the three of them and Swat —.

" I'm sorry friend but I tend to ride with the best organization " Following the claim of Zainy, konstantin appears from a corner with a smile on his face. " Well well. Here is he. The mighty Maximo Santino! " At once Maximo was hit from behind by a club. He rolled at this cruel impact and Landed on the floor with a great thud. " Boss! " His two members yelled out in distress but they are shot even before they could make any move. Maximo gagged as he laid on the floor. He hated the dirt but he's laying on it now.

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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.]

No wonder Dealova was suitable to play the role of Black Swan, because Dealova's nature was also selfish and evil in Cia's eyes. Meanwhile, on the other side of the country. Mike, who was in the villa, was just staring at the koi fish in the aquarium. He had just woken up in the Villa for a few days. This was the first time in his life that he had kept an animal. Ever since he was a child, animals had always been the target of Mike's trials by killing. His lips smiled, opening a small box. And took out a white powder and inhaled it quickly, a calm feeling as he used marijuana as a tranquilizer for now.

He took it like a good sport and then bent over, resting his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. “Good fight. Maybe next time, you’ll actually be able to get a blow in.” I patted him on the back before walking over to the bench to grab a drink. The doors swung open, letting the one person I loathed more than Balthazar, which I didn’t believe was possible. Kimberly, Beta Paul’s youngest daughter. The girl was so cocky and believed the world owed her something. I don’t know where she got that idea, but it was fucking annoying. Along with her annoying attitude came her belief that her shit didn’t stink.

John offered. “No,” I answered firmly. “Logan…” John sighed. “I said no. He is Siegfried’s son. While I trust him with some things, I cannot trust him with her safety. If Siegfried follows him, he puts her and her family in danger,” I explained. “Okay, you make a valid point,” John conceded. “What about Mikali Hamilton? I’m friends with him. He’s very trustworthy and is a trained medic. So if anything was to happen, he could offer assistance,” Bryant spoke up.

Am I ever gonna stop seeing my little brother out of the corner of my goddamn eye? “You know, I didn’t think Dante was ever going to be boss,” Mikey says. “What?” I knew since the first day I met him. “Did you see him in college?” I nod. “He had a career in football if he wanted it.” Mikey stares at the horizon. “One in business too, proper business. He pulled grades like no kid I’ve ever seen in the life.” The grades, I fucking remember. Back then, I’d seriously considered throttling him so he’d stop coming home with a higher GPA to compare to my higher body count.

“Do I look like I’m kidding? Give me the mic and tape, and I will tape it on her.” Fine.” Mikey says as he opens the suitcase and pulls everything out. True to his word, Bryce tapes the mic to my chest and makes sure that no one sees me with my shirt open. Once my shirt is closed, Mikey walks around to make sure that you can’t see any traces of the mic. Then he steps close to me and speaks down into the mic. “Testing, can you hear me?” Mikey and I both have an earpiece in our ears. My hair covers mine, and I hear “good to go.”

"His family, huh? And how do we get to them?" Mikey paused, closing his eyes briefly before reopening them with a newfound resolve. "Santino's got a son," he revealed, his voice firm. "Eight years old, attends school. If you move fast, you can snatch the kid before Emilio even knows what hit him. Get the boy, and trust me, the rest of them will fall into line real quick. You have my phone, there's a picture of the kid to help you get him."