Milo James Thatch Novels & Stories

he stammered. Jace’s jaw flexed. “You lost her?” He took a few slow, heavy steps forward, his leather jacket creaking with every movement. “I gave you one job, Milo. One. Bring me Tessa Bishop, and end this damn game.” Milo looked down. “Ryder came for her. We didn’t see him coming. He—” Jace’s hand cracked across his face before he could finish. The sound of the slap echoed through the room, sharp and clean.

“James, I need you to watch Milo. I just got word of a death threat.” “A death threat?” James stands tall. “Do you know who from?” “Me.” I glare at Milo before I close the door and go home to get ready. *** “Oh, my sweet girl.” I coo at Codi in her stroller while Milo pushes it along. “You like being outside, huh? I bet you’re going to love going for runs when you’re older.” “Oh, I’m absolutely going to enjoy going on runs when she’s older.” Justice chuckles then catches herself. “Or… well… I used to…”

Not the pleasure— but the ruin. He liked them young. Perhaps pretty and desperate too. Boys who wouldn’t scream too loud if he moaned in their ear while chaining their wrists to the bedpost. And one of them? Didn’t walk out. The kid was nineteen. A rookie. A nobody from the projects who got lured into that club with a few lines of coke and the promise of rent money. His name was Milo. Taiko said he had a soft laugh and shaky hands. Said Williams chose him because he looked fragile. Said Williams liked it rough. No—he liked it dangerous.

Seventeen-year-old Mila Carter asked her literature teacher. Mr. Burns was always glad to have Mila in his class because she was smart and she always had questions to ask. "Miss Carter, they all had their reasons. Believe, parting from your loved one is very painful especially if you lost many loved ones before. Since then, King Thomas, also known as Yale, ruled the kingdom with peace and love for all his subjects," Mr. Burns ended his class. Mila shook her head and continued taking notes. "Miss Carter?" Mr. Burns asked after the class.

I say again, the tears have stopped, but the pain is still there, it took Milo five minutes to get over here, he brought James with him. “What’s up with James?” Mom asks as they both jump through my window. “Good new auntie, James is her mate too,” Milo says happily, looking at mom with a big smile on his face. “Milo,” both me and James groaned at him, that wasn’t funny nor cute. “What? She needs to know,” Milo says with a shrug. “And I’m guessing you two aren’t sexual with my daughter?” Mom asks James. “If it helps you, I’m gay,” James answered her with a big smile on his face.

“You can continue to be stubborn, and I can beat you until you’re crippled and can only stay in this damp and cramped basement for the rest of your life.” Wade was not afraid when he heard that. Instead, he spat a mouthful of blood at Milo before grinning. “Milo, you can’t cripple me. If I’m disabled, do you think Ms. James will still believe that you are Mr. M? And if you are no longer Mr. M, how could you sow discord between her and Mr. Freeman?”