Mister Pit Novels & Stories

But she shake it off, her head raised high no matter if her tears were falling down. “Now, what are you going to do about it, huh?” Mr. Virmich pulled her hair back and she glared at her grandfather. Nobody even came to help her. “I said to go after a Castigado but not this way you brainless slut!” The master of the mansion let go of Andrea’s hair and sighed heavily. With shaking hands he, fixed his hair and suit. “When I come back you better have the answers, Andrea! I will have a lot of explaining to do!”

“I’m Justin Mitchell. You may call me ‘Justin’. Who might you be, young sir?” Peter shook Mr. Mitchell’s hand, replying as politely as he could around the hard candy in his cheek, “I’m Peter, and this is my sister, Sarah.” “Delightful to meet you both. Your father speaks very highly of Miss Moore. I’m certain you’re in excellent hands.” Getting to his feet, Mr. Mitchell bent at the waist, brushing the knees of his slacks, then straightening. “Miss Henderson,” he said the faintest bit too warmly, “when you’re finished with your conversation, bring a notepad into my office please.”

Dark. I'm sitting at the table, next to Jason, one of the new guys, who checks some issues on his Tablet, my phone rings and I check, it's a direct call from one of the many places I have, I sigh because that shouldn't be nothing good. “hello ...” I say “Good evening...” I hear the voice of Pit, the "owner" of the restaurant, which is barely a whisper... “Sir, Griffin is here and he asked me to call him...” His words are more than enough to make me jump up.

The doors slid open and my eyes widened at Mister Draeger, in a t-shirt and boxers with both his muscular arms around the waist of two giggling women with their hands clutching wads of cash. He was biting each of their throats and thanking them for an enjoyable night. Stepping out of the elevator I lowered my eyes from his face that had risen up to see me standing there. I scurried around the group and bee-lined it to his penthouse and, trying the knob, was grateful for it being unlocked. Shutting the door behind myself I exhaled deeply and gritted my molars in disgust. “He is a womanizing pig, but why do I care about what he does,” I muttered sourly and felt Samson rubbing against my leg.

He hardly noticed that his stack had grown to over $60,000. He hardly noticed that his beer hadn't been refreshed. And he hardly noticed when the pit boss sidled up behind him with two security guards. "Mr. Benedict," the pit boss said. I wonder if you could come with us?" Gil Flores moved back and forth with quick little steps like one of the Siberian tigers in Siegfried and Roy's old act. The meek, humiliated man sitting before him could almost feel plumes of hot breath on his bald pate.

Then I turned towards the devil who was eyeing me, shamelessly. “Yes, Mister Remus James McQueen! Tell me what you want?!” I spit out with hatred and his lips stretched out in a devious smirk.

, I said busting out in tears because I didn't understand the present situation I was in. I have a stressful day at work and I come back to see my house empty. "Oh dear, I really don't know what you are talking about", Mama Maggie said. I could see the waves in her forehead as they squeezed, her cheeks sag more than usual in pity. Mama Maggie is an old gray haired lady in her late 60s. Her back is slightly hunched due to old age, and she also has this brown long stick that aids in her walk and to scold her grand children when they come to visit. Her walking pace is usually slow and only the patient once can wait on her. She looks much younger from afar until she is at arms length.

My hand froze for a moment as I worked on my materials. I suddenly remembered Joseph McKinley. He was just 13 years old and had always been close to me. As a premature baby, Joseph had been coddled endlessly by the McKinley family elders, which turned him into an arrogant, unruly troublemaker. Yet, his cleverness and mischief only made the elders dote on him even more. It was only natural for Joseph to act out when a mysterious sister suddenly appeared in their home, especially given Jessica's questionable intentions.

“Miss, you can’t,Mr. Martins is…he’s in a meeting!” “Great,” I replied. “Let him throw me out himself.” Before she could intervene, I flung the glass door open. And there he was. William Martins, chill, sharp, and infuriatingly attractive as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Our eyes locked, and he halted. Not shocked at all. Just annoyed. Like I was a pesky fly. “Jane Mark,” he said, his voice slow. “What the hell are you doing here?”