Musketeer Mickey Novels & Stories

Sam scowled and said "I smell like roses and daffodils." "Okay, whatever you say Cru'ella." Mike said with a scoff. "If I recall correctly, isn't Mikey the name of a green eyes cyclopes monster?" Samantha said while she tapped her finger on her chin in thought. She looked at Mikey and smiled. "Come to think of it, you both look alike! It'sincredible! You're both incredibly...Ugly." She said in an innocent tone and a smile. "What did you call me?" asked Mikey.

Then I looked back into Drake's eyes and saw his jaw tighten. "I had to," I admitted, but he said nothing. "Okay, who is this Micky guy and why does Drake look like he's going to fucking kill someone?" Luis asked. I turned to my best friend and sighed. "Micky is a friend from high school who was in love with me. Nothing happened between us. Drake met him yesterday at the BBQ when the officers arrived." Luis's brows rose as he looked at Drake. "And you're jealous? Wait, is he that hot guy I met when I came to see you in the hospital? The man in uniform?"

I grumbled, clearly having a death wish. Except, the man chuckled and I could bet my life savings that the alcohol was to blame because Eddie looked just as flabbergasted as I felt. "Yes, how very cliched but a fickle thing like fucking with the one and only Gunnar Astor, the man who considers himself untouchable, is also the good motive," Mickey rounded his desk, giving me a full-body image of him. He wore a Slate Gray button-down that was open around the chest and had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Inky black slacks hugged his toned legs, "the figlio di puttana will be pissed that his woman came running to me in the end. He'll be pissed that I won and that he lost. He's always hated

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.

" What?" " Huh?" She gave me a confused look." Antonia?" Mia jounced sluggishly showing she was confused in my unforeseen interest."Yeah.Eve's friend." I stopped walking and lowered ."Wait.Eve and Antonia are musketeers?" " I just said that, did not I?" I was caught off guard by Mia's harsh tone, the sweet side you first see when you meet her disguises the fact that she's still related to a family of Mafia leaders. I nearly forgot that." S-sorry." She just goggled at me, she did not feel angry or anything but her unresistant expression just made it scarier in my opinion. Suddenly she smiled and seized my hand." Let's go."

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."

Even though the butler had told her this man named Mickey was Rosalyn's apprentice, this was still Luna's first time meeting him. However, according to the way he greeted Joshua, they seemed to have known each other for a while. "Of course we do." Joshua strode over to them, sneering, and said in a cold voice, "I've always wanted to ask Mr. Mickey a question." Mickey pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up on his nose and did not seem at all surprised by Joshua's reaction and words. "Since my father has summoned me to meet Ms. Luna and answer her queries, naturally, I'll answer yours as well, considering you're Ms. Luna's friend. Please fire away."

"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.”