Musketeer Mickey Novels & Stories

Mikey curses and looks around but I guess the coast is clear because he slips in and closes the door behind him, "I need you to make my face bleed somehow. Punch me hard." "What?" He asks, looking at me like I'm the biggest weirdo. Mikey is the slowest one, but he always does what I ask, "Fine, I guess..." He gets his fist ready and I brace myself, but right before he goes to punch me, he stops and grabs his rifle. "I think this is going to be easier," he says and takes it off the sling. I don't think he wants to shoot me, so I lift an eyebrow as I watch him turn it around to hit me with the back of it, "Bring your face closer."

Mickey said smiling. How can he smile in such a situation???!!!! "What are you doing here in Sus's flat and that too looking like that?"Vis asked glaring at him. "Oh!! I am her neighbour! I was cooking breakfast for her."Mickey said smiling. Vis looked at me. "Sus, what is this?" he asked me. I bit my lower lip nervously. I went towards Mickey. "Go and wear a T-shirt!"I whispered to Mickey. He nodded and went inside. Vis and Ace stared at me. I forced a smile.

Someone we are paid to get rid of. "You call me a sissy?" "Yeah. Aren't you one?" "No, im not." "Then prove to me you aren't one. Prove it by pulling the trigger and blowing her head off." "I will rather blow your head off." "Bastard!" Wobbling-legs leapt at the man with the widest chest, both red in the face with palms folded into a punch. And when I thought they were about to exchange blows, allowing me to sneak away, the third of the musketeers stepped between them and said in his hissing voice, "Enough of this, comrades. We have a job to do and not fight among ourselves." The new speaker was of average height, with a pot belly, unusually large feet, and a scaring, hissing voice. His voic

The drive to the docks took twenty minutes, the city lights giving way to industrial darkness. "So who's this informant?" Clara asked as they drove. "Goes by Mickey. Used to work for the Carusos until they screwed him over on payment. Been feeding us information ever since." "Reliable?" "So far. His intel on Martinez's operations was solid." Massimo glanced at her. "You nervous?" "Should I be?" "No. This should be straightforward. But the docks can be unpredictable. Stay close, stay alert." "I know how to handle myself, Massimo."

"Huh? You really like that moped and stupid guitar, do you?" "Let's destroy it !!" "Hey!" they all turned their attention to the newcomer. "Huh? It's that kid ..." "Another trash rolled in." "I forgot to get my swim trunks." Mikey whispered as he walked away in a daze. "Mikey ..." Baji whispered as if relaxed. Mikey stomped his right foot and kicked his moped hard. Cause it was broken, as was the guitar. "WHAAAAAAATTTT ??!" startled droning of men.

he put his hand on my shoulder “…is Maximillion Cattaneo, right hand man to Morgan Russo and pianist extraordinaire.” I couldn’t even manage a fake smile. I just tilted my head in acknowledgement. “Well, Maximillion, my little bird here loves to sing. She can accompany your playing, isn’t that right?” Micah pushed forward the young werewolf girl who was trailing him. She stumbled forward a bit, her chains clanging together. My throat caught and I could feel the grimace on my face. She didn’t say a word or look up. Micah smiled though, seemingly enjoying our discomfort. “She doesn’t have much opportunity to perform and I always feel bad about keeping her caged in.”

David answered. “It’s great that you’re fine. We were worried that you wouldn’t be able to recover after the minor hitch and you’d weaken the reputation of the Four Musketeers.” The person speaking right now was Finn Barnum, one of the Four Musketeers. “It’s just a woman! Even though it’s not easy to find three-legged toads, it’s easy to find two-legged women everywhere,” continued another one of the Four Musketeers, William Dawson. “Alright, don’t worry about me. Do I look like someone who’s troubled to you?” David asked.

Mickey says again as both he and Liam laugh at me. I give Liam a death stare and he stops laughing saying "Sorry baby." "You're so mean." I say pouting. "I'm following a recipe." I add explaining. "Okay," Mickey says still laughing at me. He then gets up and brings a glass of wine pouring himself one, while I put on the Mac and cheese on a plate for Liam. I pass it to Liam and both Mickey and I watch him take his first spoonful. He chews then swallows without me getting a read on his face.

Charlotte Hayes’ POV My mind was racing with questions. But I can't be afraid in front of this man. "Who knows?" I said, still smiling. I chuckled, causing Luca to smile slightly. He looked at me for a split second before bowing and said elegantly, "Well then. Milady, follow me." We were walking down the spacious hallways, greeted by various paintings as we passed.

A freaking hard chest, with proud pecs and which I'm sure his under a boring shirt hides his cute pink nipples. I lifted my head, and there they were... those addictive chestnut eyes, glaring down at me. The very eyes belonging to the reason I’d gotten wasted in the first place. Mikey. Fucking. Montero. This son of a bitch!