Eddie Munson Novels & Stories

"Mr. Zellen, do you know something about this?" Simon quickly avoided Eddy's gaze. "I … don't know." "You must know something!" Eddy clamped his hand on Simon's. "Hurry up and tell me!" Simon was helpless. "Mr. Eddy, I … really don't know anything. Maybe he just has the same name?" "The same name?" "That's right." Realizing that Eddy was loosening his grip, Simon continued, "Mr. Eddy's, I think you should focus on handling Mr. Morrison Senior's funeral.

I knew that body and those hazel eyes from anywhere. I tried to walk to her but the senator appeared and grabbed my arm. “Markos, I’m glad you came,” he said as he pulled me into an unwanted hug. I had to go to hios party to show him he and I were still partners. To rule the black world of New York, you need law enforcement and a few politicians. The senator was among those on my payroll and I couldn’t fuck it up because he would screw everything about me. There was a reason they always wound up dead after they retired. They always got big heads and ewuallty big mouths.

Julian raised his hand, greeting Eddie with a smile, looking very sweet mixed with a bad boy aura. "Wow! Very charismatic." Complimented the genius. "Hmp!" said the Bodyguard. And Eddie could only shake his head and say, "You guys are beyond help." He sighed. In front of them, the man named Montana seemed to be confused by the attitude of the hooligan as he greeted Eddie Franklin. "You know Eddie Franklin?”