Cillian Murphy Younger Novels & Stories

“Behave. Don’t you dare tell Cillian anything about your identity. From now on, you are Uma Kavanagh, the youngest heir to the Irish mafia. You’re twenty-three, not twenty-one. Understood?” I nodded my head, afraid that if I spoke, I would say the wrong thing. It was a pattern in the Kavanagh household. They would hit me when I spoke in the wrong ‘tone’ or said the wrong thing. I had to learn to keep my mouth shut at all times. “Cillian is waiting for you outside for you to go and stay with him for the time being. Don’t do anything to make him mad. He’s the King of London, and he is known for skinning those who wrong him alive. Stay on his good side.”

Always grounding me now. The night blurs softly after that. Laughter. Music. Champagne. For the first time in what feels like forever, I actually relax. Not fully. I don’t think people like us ever fully relax. But enough to laugh genuinely when Ronan gets drunk enough to start arguing with an older Irish man about football while Declan films it for blackmail. Enough to smile when Liam silently hands me water instead of champagne without mentioning the pregnancy aloud. Enough to feel warm watching Cillian exist in his world. Because here’s the dangerous thing: He’s terrifying. Everyone in this room fears him.

he grumbled. I snorted. “Yeah, yeah. Save it for Brennan. We both know he gives you more shit than I do.” “That’s why you’re my favorite brother.” “I’m sure.” “Naw, it’s true. You are.” “I am today.” “I have news for you too.” “Better than mine?” “Nope. Well, maybe. Cillian Donahue is alive and well and living in Astoria. He is in WITSEC.” Fuck. “Witness protection for what?”

Justin Kruger's face darkened. Kiran York was curious, not understanding why Justin was getting angry. Justin took a couple of deep breaths and looked at Kiran, saying, "Byron Murphy's son is named Liam Murphy. Liam and my son are the same age." Kiran was quite surprised but didn't speak. He just watched Justin, waiting for him to continue. After calming down a bit, Justin went on, "That bastard Liam, he once tried to take Nell Donner away."

Cillian Aubergine was dimly lit in that curated, upscale way that made every table feel like a stage. And Isla Hale had never been more in her element. “Cillian, we already discussed. I just want to see you to win.“ Cillian rolled his eyes as if to say tell me something new. “You had no right to leak the Bellington footage.” He said voice low. She laughed, soft and easy, but her gaze sharpened. The waiter came and went.

What would it take for the old butler to see us for who we really were? “What’s got you chuckling over there?” Cillian asked “Nothing much,” I answered. “I just can’t help but wonder whether or not Bartholomew will ever see us as adults or go his entire life thinking we’re nothing but a bunch of rowdy teenagers.” “To him, we are a bunch of rowdy teenagers,” Cillian said as he pulled out two beers from the fridge and popped the caps. “The man is, like, two hundred years old.” “I doubt he’s that old,” I said, shaking my head as Cillian chugged the first beer down and then quickly started on the second.

The idea that Killian used to be carefree and stupid felt farfetched, almost mythical. “Look behind you.” I turned around, looking past the quiet patrons seated in tables behind us, to find a picture hanging on the far wall. A much younger Yiannis had his arm roped around Killian. Killian was beaming a smile that could light up a room. He couldn’t have been older than twenty-five at the time. The picture snapped something deep in my chest. I turned back to him, taking him in as if seeing him for the first time. “When did you stop smiling like that?”

Cillian cut straight to the chase with a smile. Javier laughed and shook his head. “No way, sir. I wouldn’t dare squander legendary actors like that. Besides, if the box office was what I’m coveting, then I shouldn’t have thought of you for the job, right? You’re not exactly bait for a tremendous amount of money.” Cillian chortled heartily, though his mirth was quickly cut short by a coughing fit. His son, looking really concerned, stepped forward, but Cillian waved and stopped him. “I’m fine! I’m fine…”

… Cillian arrived at nine in the morning as requested by Liam, ready to meet him. He made such a big movement that he instantly caught the attention of the others in Luminous. He also made the major families feel uneasy. Heston, in particular, immediately went to Julian after he learned about the news. He was anxious as he asked, "What should we do now, Mr. Yeager? Mr. Miller is not planning to give the collaboration deal to Cillian, is he? He's the person backing Cillian up. Cillian surely will have more advantages than us in this competition for this project!"