Albert Moriarty Novels & Stories

I had just sat down when another message came through. It was from Bianca. The time. The address for Christie’s. And one line beneath it. Dare to come, Mrs. Moretti? Lorenzo says tonight he’ll buy the final lot at any cost for me. That evening, I arrived at the auction exactly on time. I had not planned to go. By midnight, the arrangements my mother had made would already be in motion. Soon, Sofia Moretti would be dead. What did it matter if a younger woman wanted to provoke me one last time?

“Yes, they were hired to kill Laura Harrison.” I blinked even more confusedly. “Who is Laura Harrison?” “She is the daughter of a mob boss. It was all gang related but somewhere along the way there was a mix-up and when someone passed information over your name was mixed up with Laura’s. It was all a case of mistaken identity.” I felt the colour drain from my face. I felt sick start to churn up inside my stomach. I ran to the sink and threw up. Logans hand was on my back making small comforting circles. I wiped my mouth and held onto the sink for support.

he repeated. “Yes, I’ve seen him around but I don’t know his name. He has dirty-blonde hair with a bald patch in the middle of his head. He has brown eyes and a crooked nose with an old injury on his right eyebrow,” informed Liam. “That’s John Morrissey. He joined us seven months back around the same time we moved in. I think he used to work with Frederick before joining us. Why didn’t I think of it before?” said Joe Smithfield as everything fell into place. No wonder Frederick had information of their whereabouts and their visitors. At first, he thought that Frederick monitored them through some sort of a hidden camera he planted somewhere but now he realized how.

The role for cinemas like the Glenalough Adelphi was simply melting away, and there was nothing that Satan Coil could do to change that. Satan became a bitter man, and the bitterness showed in his features and sounded in his voice when he spoke. The young projectionist that he had trained-up, Alfie McCormack, left to join the RUC in Belfast and, some thirteen years later, acquired momentary fame as the first Northern Ireland police officer to be killed by sniper-fire on the streets of Dundalk.

A white shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, revealed the sharp clavicle of his neck, sleeves rolled to expose pale, snow-like skin. From afar, he exuded an air of noble aloofness, the lit cigarette adding a touch of earthly life to his otherwise painting-like appearance. Cline, with fingers with distinct knuckles, idly flicked the cigarette's ember. The flickering fire burned his skin, yet he seemed oblivious to the pain. Russell's cold voice echoed in his ears. "Mr. Moriarty, records show Dorothy isn't Miss Hammond. She's been in the UK all along." "The UK reports suggest Miss Hammond might be her lost sister."

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Alpha Eric added with a resolute shrug, “As long as she doesn’t betray us, I guess we’d be alright.” Everyone could hear them talking… even Patricia but she didn’t seem like she gave a fuck about their opinions. I pursed my lips at the two Alphas and looked at Dalton. ‘Don’t you think we made a mistake asking Alpha Maddox to come along with us?’ ‘He can be a bit orthodox but –’ ‘A bit…?’ I arched an eyebrow at my mate. ‘Okay, I’ll be honest… he’s the most orthodox Alpha I’ve ever known but he’s also one of the most experienced one among us. And I had to inform him since he’d been part of our every investigation regarding the Moon Howlers.’ Dalton explained

It is said that when an Alpha retires from his pack, it is forbidden for him to stay in the pack. He has to join another pack as a new and retired member, but not as an alpha. That’s what my father did when he was forced to retire and voted out of power. I was ordained to take over by the pack members. Tori sits on the bed beside me, smiling at me. “Moving past that. Have you seen anyone you like?” Tori asks as she’s trying to know if I have found my mate. Suddenly I hear the girl’s name in my head. “Justin.”

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.

Charles started. “They used to have a large, well-respected pack in southern Ireland. Their pack was known as the Mac Tíre Dóiteáin pack or translated to the Fire Wolf pack. They were attacked and overthrown by a neighboring Cholmáin pack that neighbored them to the north. No one thought any of the Fire Wolf pack, let alone the Kavanagh line survived,” I sighed, reaching over to take her hand.

They shouldn't have. Because Albert Morrison wasn't hero trying to save people. He was quantum physicist who'd learned to stop caring about collateral damage. And that made him the most dangerous person in the room.