Musketeer Mickey Novels & Stories

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And because of that, he looks less like a man and more like a void wearing human shape. He halts before me, leaning forward. “The great and mighty Laurent” he said with a snicker at the end. The young guy—about Myles’ age—has a lot of jokes. “I think we’ve never met,” he stretched out a hand for a handshake. “Name’s Mic, and oh—”He withdraws his hand, “You’ve been restrained. I made sure of that, y'know?” I stare at him, ignoring all his nonsense. “Mic,” I repeated flatly. “Is that the name your mother gave you, or the name your fellow lowlife friends assigned you behind a bar somewhere?”

“Jimmie?” The small voice made me look up. Just a few feet away stood Mico, rubbing his eyes, looking like an adorable pup who’d just stumbled out of sleep and gotten lost. “Mico?” I said, surprised. “What are you doing here? Why are you up so early?” He shuffled closer, his wide brown eyes shining with that innocent adoration only children had. “I love watching the guards do their morning patrol,” he admitted with a grin, “especially when they shift into their wolves.”

Paul shook his head, Micky was upset, that was the only reason for him to pursue this conversation. Paul sits in his chair, and shakes his head. He opens a drawer and takes out two bottles of vodka. He hands the one labeled wolfsbane to Micky and helps himself to the other. Take the glass and drink in one gulp. Micky approaches him and kneels at his feet. - If I suck you, and you close your eyes, you'll think I'm one of your girls. Or maybe not, because I bet nobody will suck you like I do. – he says, taking his hand to his friend's zipper.

“There’s an organization known all over the world called the Three Musketeers. You should have heard of it, right?” Rosie immediately nodded. “I’ve heard of them. Didn’t their Black-Eyed Susan break through our company’s security system?” Ivanka was silent. Michael glanced at Ivanka with a wry smile. “Well, that’s her.” Rosie frowned slightly. “Did you offend someone?” “Kind of?” Michael said this while looking at Ivanka. Ivanka glared at him. Michael smirked silently.

“Biggest wrap party in America, in Orlando, yeah, it wasn't very hard to put the pieces together. Plus, I had to come say hi, those idiots were the first production company willing to try out MIC.” “Mike?” I asked as I dumped my empty cup on the dirt floor and grabbed the chains of the swing. Carson gave a low chuckle, one that even though came from him, rattled inside me. “No, not Mike, doll, M-I-C. It's this new high-tech camera we've been developing. The boys in white have a long complicated name for it but I just call it MIC. Easier to remember, and say.” “Oh good. And here I was thinking that you gave a production company a man to try out.”

Are you here to see him? Micky is one of Dante’s posse. She did not dislike the guy, in fact, he was friendly and likable, but mixed in with Dante’s crowd, he took on another persona. He copied their attitude, acting cocky and sleazy as if the world owed him something. On his own, though, he was harmless. If only she could get out of there faster.

51- “The Three Musketeers.” Adrian Moretti. “Okay, I did not want to say anything before--” Alpha Logan started, and from the way his tone is and his straying gaze to meet mine with furrowed brows that shows the wheels in his brain working at a faster rate than usual, I knew I would not like whatever will come past his lips.