Milo Sinister 2 Novels & Stories

With every frenzied breath I took, I realized that our dirty little secret had tumbled out. Alpha Dane looked at me, his chest vibrating with another barely stifled roar. When he spoke again, it came out as a snarl. “Milo,” he addressed the wolf. “Did you make her pregnant?” Milo shook his head as he glared at me. “No, Alpha. I’ve never seen her before. But I can make her pregnant.” “A—Alpha Dane,” I blabbered. “This isn’t the Milo I was talking about. That Milo is in the Neon pack. I don’t know him!”

“And then I’ll have the final laugh, stepping on your rotting dead body.” “You!!!!” Milo held the grills with his both hands, his eyes blazing with fire and killing instinct. How dare the bitch to swear at him while she is still in imprisonment? Her arrogance didn’t diminish a bit and she still hasn’t learned her lesson yet. Maybe he should teach her some ethics. “Leave Milo.” Before he can act on his instincts, Dylan dismissed him, not liking his intrusion. “What the…” “I said leave.” His voice came out cold and stern shocking Milo. He swallowed his anger and turned around to leave even though his ego urged him to take revenge.

The two martial saints behind Corbin suddenly sprang into action. With vicious expressions on their faces, they went straight for Milo with killing intent. Milo felt true despair wash over him as he let out an anguished howl, "Corbin, may you die a terrible death!" Quinn screamed along with him, "Dad! Let me go, Lennox! You animal, you're nothing but a beast!" Milo fought desperately, managing to exchange one blow with the two Martial Saints. But then, a violent gust of wind came from behind him. Before he could turn around, a sharp spike pierced straight through his chest. It stabbed through his back and went out the front.

The blow forces Milo to fall to the side, allowing Saint to overtake him and roll on top. Saint extends his claws into Milo’s shoulders and lifts him up to growl eye to eye with him. Milo grabs Saints wrists just as Saint slams him into the floor. The sound of Milo’s skin tearing almost makes me sick to my stomach. Milo howls as Ghost comes forward and claws at Saint’s wrists, desperately trying to pull his claws out from his shoulders. Saint lifts him a second time and slams him down again. This time, the back of Milo’s head cracks against the hard tiles. His eyes roll back and his body relaxes. Dark red blood spreads out on the floor below his head. I turn my head away and shut my eyes.

“I was expecting a little more, uh, push back.” “I’m livid. So whatever you say next better be good, Stone.” I glare at him. “If you want push back, I’ll be happy to give it to you.” “Oh shit, uh…” Milo’s face flushes. “So, the idea is… to kind of, um, i-it’s essentially…” “Out with it, Milo. Before I lose my temper.” I cross my arms over myself. “Sin’s desperate. He’s already tried to attack you on pack territory. We want to flush him out. If he thinks you’re vulnerable, he’ll show himself. And that’s why you need more defense training.”

Nick was quick to ask. "The one I live at." Milo answered sarcastically as I stopped myself from laughing. "You are being sarcastic to me right now. Well, what time is it in your place?" "It's almost two am." "Two?” Nick exclaims loudly sounding surprised. “You're probably in America. I'm sure you are. Either in California, or LA." Milo laughs under his throat. “Maybe Canada because your doppelganger was seen there the other day.” Milo just smiles while laughing again, “I didn’t know I had a doppelganger. I am sure he is more handsome than I am.”

Then she was gone, slipping back through the side gate like a shadow. I sat there for a long time, the flash drive felt heavy in my palm. When I finally went inside, Rico was waiting in the hallway. “Milo wants you in the training room,” he said. “Says you’re ready for something harder.” I nodded, slipping the drive into my pocket. “I’m ready.” The training room smelled of sweat and rubber mats. Milo was already there with his shirt sleeves rolled up, a knife in his hand. He looked up when I entered, and something in his face softened.

He laughed again—loud, unhinged, echoing off the concrete walls like a psycho who finally won the lottery. One of his guys shifted behind him. Skinny kid with a scar across his cheek. Voice low, urgent. “Boss. Milo’s not someone to play with. You don’t think he came alone, do you? You need to act fast. If you want to kill him, better do it now before we all die here.” Nate shoved the guy hard. Kid stumbled back into a stack of crates. “Shut the fuck up.” Nate cocked his head, his eyes never leaving me. “Milo knew he wouldn’t dare two-time me. He actually came alone. And to be honest…”

Milo catches him before he smashes into the rocks. The stranger fights anyway. He’s half-conscious, bleeding, and barely breathing. But still fighting. Finally, he slumps in Milo’s arms. Rather, Milo hit his neck, knocking him out. Varen stares at him for a long moment, then mutters quietly. “Oh, damn…” Luxe glances sideways at him. “You see it too?” “Unfortunately.” I look between them, confused. “What?” Milo mutters, “He’s not an ordinary kid.”

he looked over at me as my own fear gripped my chest. Milo waved the gun to get Damien's attention again. "You two were in the middle of something." He turned the gun to me next. "Finish." I was mortified, looking between Damien and Milo as if this were some sick nightmare I couldn't wake up from. "Once a biker whore always a biker whore," Milo spat at me. Damien looked at me again with fear and confusion in his eyes. He knew nothing about me so I wasn't surprised that he had no idea what Milo was talking about.