Mitchie Torres Camp Rock 2 Novels & Stories

I noticed that she had two smaller bags as well. “What’s in these?” I asked, pointing to the smaller bags. “One is my camera and all the extra equipment, the other is my computer and stuff” She answered. I picked up both bags and slung them over my shoulder and started walking. I was hoping she was following. She wasn’t, because when I turned around I saw Brady introducing her to Nick our other guitarist, Eli our bass player, and Trevor our drummer. I watched as Trevor gave her one of his massive bear hugs. I love the guy, he is like a brother to me. Kyaria was lost in him. He is a massive guy.

I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride as Holden shrugged. “Don’t worry about it,” Holden said a bit overly cocky, but he deserved to be. “Now tell me, is this the same Shiro you have on your records?” Holden pressed a button, and the green trees were instantly replaced with a narrow-faced man with slender eyes and spiky hair. “One and the same,” Torque answered. “Bring back the territory,” Cillian said. “I remember taking these pictures when we flew back from Vegas in the chopper. Why didn’t we see anything?”

“This week you pay the balance?” “And probably a bit more, knowing Kirk.” “I thought his name was Al.” “They’re partners, babe. Half-brothers, as a matter of fact. Kirk is based here, Al is back in Boston, and they’re bad fucking news, let me tell you. When Adam and Nick offered me the contract at The Rock, Kirk agreed to take things with the debt payment over with me. And since I’d fought for Al back home, Kirk made me the same offer.” Mitch shrugged. “I agreed to the underground stuff for the quick cash. But now I want to just fight for The Rock. And I want to be with you.”

Mitch grabbed a soft, warm roll out of a basket and slathered it with butter. Ronnie played with her food, her body hungry but her mind confused and tired. How could Mitch be so calm? Ronnie massaged her forehead with her fingers. She felt the pressure and the necessity of locating Parker on a wanted poster, but what if he didn't have a record? They'd have to search for the body or convince Damien, somehow, to talk. Mitch's cell phone buzzed. Her fork dropped onto her plate as she listened to his one-sided conversation. "Sheriff Rogers," he said.