Ian Mcguire Novels & Stories

Aguilar: “Miriam, how are you?” I asked, looking at one of the women who stood in front of me, representing her father. “I am honored that you admitted me here. I must admit, after hearing a lot about you, I did not expect you to do so,” she said, watching as I nodded at her to take a seat.

I’ve got way too many things to worry about. And Mr Maguire has always been a greedy and cunning man. He owns a nightclub and a gambling den right here in the heart of Cole Spring City where I’ve lived all my life. He’s a loan shark too, a heavy one. He used to be friends with my late father many years ago. I ended up taking loans from Mr Maguire to fend for my family.

"We met Maggie at NYU the other day. Very impressive resume and recommendations as you can see. She also knocked the interview out of the park." He paused, smiling at her again. "Maggie, these guys are my partners Brian Murphy and James Metheny. Murph was on vacation last week," he continued, indicating the man to his immediate left. He was blond and slightly balding and he seemed to Maggie to be a little older than Michael. "And Jimbo is just getting back on his feet from surgery." The man to Murphy's left seemed about fifteen years older than Michael, thin grey hair crowning a face that was pale, but that might have been the result of being ill.

John offered. “No,” I answered firmly. “Logan…” John sighed. “I said no. He is Siegfried’s son. While I trust him with some things, I cannot trust him with her safety. If Siegfried follows him, he puts her and her family in danger,” I explained. “Okay, you make a valid point,” John conceded. “What about Mikali Hamilton? I’m friends with him. He’s very trustworthy and is a trained medic. So if anything was to happen, he could offer assistance,” Bryant spoke up.

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

Eagle Central gymnasium is packed, there are no empty spaces, Calvin arrives and lets me know that Maggie is sitting on the first row and that all tickets were sold. “We are going to get good money, Sickle. I saw two famous fighters in the audience, that actor from action movies, fuck, I don’t remember the guy’s name now, and two distinguished politician, Senator Hanks and the other guy I have his name on the tip of my tongue, what a shit head of mine.” I say the name of the miserable man, knowing that it’s almost impossible for me to be wrong. “Frederic Owen.” “That’s it, that’s the name of the guy.”

Kathy made her favorite food and Molly took extreme care of her. However, his PI couldn’t find any information about the man. It seemed as if he had disappeared from the face of the earth. He had sold off his old house and there was no news of him at all. Nikolas had almost given up hope when his PI called him. “Good evening, sir. I have found out about Jeremy McGill. He was living in Italy under the name of James Kingston, after stealing money from the company where he worked in New York,” informed his PI.

“So you’ll use me for your revenge. And you believe that I am going to want to play part in this because of what, exactly?” I smiled, slow and knowing. “This is mutual. You benefit as much as I do. We are going to get rid of the man that once kicked you out of your position. You know, had he and Marcel not fought you and your pack, you wouldn’t have been cast as a rogue leading tropes rather than a pack. And you know that it was Dominic that reported to Marcel because you were close to his boarder, and it is because of him that most of those that you once valued are dead.”

Each time he does this, my heart skips a beat or races, making me wonder if I might be developing a heart problem. Aside from Ace leaving for a few hours at a time without mentioning where he’s going—despite it being none of my business—I can't claim that anything shady is happening. However, that would be my perspective if I weren't aware that he is the son of a deceased Mafia leader. On the other hand, I get along well with Micah. It turns out he’s a computer genius—think of him as a much better-looking Jimmy Neutron, with perfect hair like his brother and a lot more height. Unlike Ace, Micah stays out of trouble while using his intellect. I also discovered that he’s taking an online data

On a rare shopping day with Candice and Steph, the three of us end up at a sports bar for lunch so we can catch up on family gossip, mostly about Steph’s new man, and see a few sports highlights. The new man in question is an attorney and Steph blushes whenever Candice brings him up. “She gets those mushy ‘I want you’ eyes like my brother does with you,” she tells me to tease Steph. “I do not,” Steph says on a strangled laugh. The three of us are laughing when Aiden’s picture flashes across the screen and my not-so-favorite sportscaster cuts in. Mike Goodwyn is in rare form. “The Pronghorns’ favorite little kicker won’t be happy that her boyfriend is moving to Arizona and taking the recently