Romans & histoires Nameless Mc

“Yes, Patrick. Yes. That is exactly what I think. I think you want to be criminals — I think you love being criminals.” “We don’t love being criminals—” “You do, I can tell. You don’t need the money from your, what even is it? Your cage matches?” “It’s just underground MMA, that’s all. It’s unregulated, that’s all it means.” He pulled over to the side of the road and looked me square in the eye. “Why do you think we do what we do, huh? Any of the Claws. Why do you think we do it?”

she added, smiling at her. Then suddenly, Lilac saw unrecognition in Emily’s eyes. “Oh, my apologies; I neglected to introduce myself.” She chuckled softly. “My name is Lilac, and I am Dillon’s sister,” she stated. Emily was taken aback when she learned that Dillon had a sibling. However, she was aware that their personalities were distinct. Dillon is cold and authoritative; he’s a Beta, after all, whereas Lilac is a happy-go-lucky one. “We’re so relieved that you’ve regained consciousness,” Millie said as she assisted her in sitting up. “I’ll check your vital signs, and then you can eat, all right?”

“What’s the name of the hospital? — The question came out almost automatically, my mind already planning what to do next. The silence that followed was awkward. Everyone in the room stared at me in surprise. Axel, Anton, Anneliese, and Pietra were visibly confused by my sudden interest in this girl who, theoretically, was just a stranger to me. I could feel Axel’s sharp gaze on me as if he were trying to figure out what was going on. Anneliese blinked a few times before finally answering: “It’s General Hospital, if I’m not mistaken.” She spoke carefully as if wondering why, exactly, I was so interested.

And more specifically, asking about Cracker and Grace… Over the past week, men on black unmarked motorcycles had been spotted around the club and at my house. Driving up and down the road that led to Cracker’s and Steel’s place. We’d been trying to find out what MC, but they were smart and covered up their logo. Which really wasn’t good news.

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

I slide off the stool and follow him, my hand discreetly checking for the gun at my side. He leads me to a small building and slides the door up. I pause when I see the bike. Damn. I recognize it immediately from all the articles I read. “Yours?” I ask, stepping inside and pretending to admire it. To me it’s just a bike. I don’t get the hype. “Sure is.” I don’t know much about MCs, but I’m pretty sure this club can’t afford a bike like this without some serious outside connections. “Have you been on it?”

Seeing that brought a look of disdain upon Parker's face. That was it? He could beat ten guys like this all by himself! Although Parker had anticipated that he would surely win, he was not happy at all. Because fighting an opponent like that would not show how powerful he was as the senior disciple of the Andrix Gym. Outside of the arena, Dominic looked utterly shocked! He recognized that man. That was the one who defeated Travis with just one move! His nickname was the Nameless Warrior. Because of that, Dominic and the rest had mocked him for a long time.

"Despite their belief in the Moon Goddess being next to nothing, they like to make people think they believe in her. That means being an outstanding citizen." Our journey-which remains under a veil of uncertain Malik sewed himself-lead upstairs, and into a restricted zone for the competitors. The moment my feet touched the top landing, I felt a thrill of exhilaration strike through me. Now my nickname Trouble Maker is beginning to have a lot more material behind it to back it up. "This is-" My words of complaint were cut off by Malik holding his hand up.

I scoffed and started walking again. “That’s what I thought,” Bryanna gloated. “You are so out of her league. People like us don’t lower ourselves to people like Isabella Aventini.” Bryanna, you are not even worth Isabella’s pinky finger, you bitch, I thought to myself. We walked for about 10 minutes more. “Why do you call her MC?” I asked, curiously. “Oh,” Bryanna laughed. “That was her nickname in girls’ prep school. Moo Cow or MC. She really needs to lose 30 pounds.” Bryanna snickered.

I nod my head and then drop my guard, letting go of the first guy's arm. "Why are you here?" He asks. "I wanted to know the location of the underground fight club." I state. "Why would a girl like you want to know something like that?" The third guy asks, however, I remain silent not wishing to respond. "Why don't we start from the beginning? My name's Ace. The man behind you is Jason, and the other one is Nick. What's your name?" The third guy asks, however, once more I remain silent. I can't disclose who I really am. If they find out, it will make its way back to my father. So I choose to remain silent instead.