The Mc の小説・ストーリー

MC: Don't be like that AJ: Take this to your own f*cking texts AJ: No one wants to see this OF: I do SL: Me too PS: Same here AL: F*ck you all Ash: So, am I attractive or not, MC? OF: Yeah, is he not Mia? Ash: Why aren't you answering? OF: Yeah, reply Mia, stop ignoring us Ash: I dislike being ignored OF: Yup, yup, he truly does MC: I don't like you with Ash OF: I do hehe * * * * * * * * * *

“And Crow.” Penny paused as she looked around at all of them, while feeling doubtful about these being their real names. “They have some unusual names.” Kizzy laughed. “They’re an MC.” Penny stared at her. “A what?” “An MC, lady,” the one called Greer stated. “Motorcycle club. You know. Bikers?” Her eyes rounded. “Why would Williams be with…” She shook her head. “Ok, well, I know of the man with the scar. Man, do I know of him. He’s the worst of the lot from what I understand.”

Finn. She had only mentioned the word, ‘Some powerful MC president.’ If she never mentioned a specific name, then how on earth is Adrian so certain that she's referring to Mr. Finn. “I'm still surprised. How are you so sure that she's referring to Mr. Finn?” Carl asked curiously. Adrian bit his lips. He was stunned and so speechless. He never expected Carl to be so attentive and meticulous. “Well, urm. We have just two powerful MC clubs.. Asphalt and Wild Hogs. I'm quite sure she's not referring to Mr. Sam but Mr.. Finn,” Adrian managed to say.

Thanks for letting me know. God will anything go the way I want it too? I just want her gone and for my mc to get away from the cartel and the guns. Why does everything have to be so difficult.

One of the businesses she cleans for is the MC. They’ve watched over her and her kids since Kyle was 2 and Cammie was born. Kyle grew up around the MC and they treated him like their own. Kyle's best friends were twin boys named Jake and Justin. Their mom and dad were James III and Kenzie. The MC tried to help his mom as much as they could. However she would never take handouts. She believed in earning what you got. He knew as soon as he was old enough, he’d become a prospect.

The MC was now looking directly at us. “Someone wrote your name on the list, or the MC is mistaken,” I said. Lydia was yet to understand what was happening. The MC closed the distance before I had a chance to explain. “Alissa Brooks,” the MC, a middle-aged man, said with a smile. He seemed to be enjoying his role. “Please come up with me.” Lydia looked from him to me and then back to him, still not registering what was happening. I closed my eyes and opened it, unsure whether the MC was ready to listen to any explanation we might have

He muttered his own. "Goodnight." ****************************************

“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.”

Mashkur glared at the phone. "Because I'm Muhsin Malik." Muhsin smirked. "You're not helping but you still helped, I'll talk to her about it now." Mashkur sighed. "Thank God you grew a pair." Muhsin dramatically breathed out a sigh. "Bye." Mashkur said dryly before his friend starts his lectures. • "Chocochips, what's up? Are you home already?" Afnaan bombarded her with questions in a single breathe not even waiting for her to talk.

"So yeah, it's not too bad." As the guys continued to chat away, I headed over to see Maddi, who was sitting in Jake's private track-side garage. Like me, she wasn't all that crazy about motorsports, but would show up anyway to support her partner. "Oh thank god you're here," she got up to hug me. "All this car-talk is making me crazy." "Well I can assure you that you won't be getting any of that with me," I laughed. "I wouldn't know where to start."