Ian Mcguire Novels & Stories

A smug smile appeared on his face. “I know that your ‘old friend’ is Michael Noah McGregor, the famous CEO of Haynes-McGregor Industries. The two of you were high school friends, weren’t you?”

Brittany yelled as she walked towards us. I shut my eyes close, not willing to start with her rubbish. “I think you should be more concerned about your so called husband’s health than you being left behind.” Adeline snapped. The door opened again and this time the doctor walked out “Mr McGuire suffered an heart attack but luckily this is the first time it is happening, I don’t know what made this happen but please be very careful, at his age he should cut down on some things, he shouldn’t be stressed or angry, please do everything you can to make sure he is well settled and happy, keep in mind that he isn’t strong enough to be stressed, he should not in any circumstances be stressed.” He war

exclaimed Allan trying to contact Maura with his mobile phone. "Maira! You're such a piece of shit! Because of you, I lost my business! Listen! If they ever find evidence and drag me back to jail, then you're the first person I'm taking with me! Henceforth, I won't help you with your crazy ideas! Mind your own business! I won't interfere anymore! And don't try to persuade me again! I'd rather think about how my business is faring right now!" exclaimed Andrew McGuire.

There’s a little more bite to my tone than I intend but this guy is working my last nerve. Dylan McNamara has been working here for the past year and I swear, the times we’re forced to work the same shift I strongly consider moving back to the DR. He’s not a bad-looking guy. He’s 6’5”, lean, clean-shaven, shaggy blonde hair but in that intentional shaggy way. Minus the hair colour, he looks like a young Milo Ventimiglia. But while aesthetically he might be good-looking by society’s standards, I think he’s the ugliest, most grotesque man I have ever met, and I use the term ‘man’ loosely.

“I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.” “As for Arianna being an only child, then you are very wrong. Alpha Malakai De Mori, son of Mariana and the late Alpha Lorenzo De Mori has taken his rightful position as true Alpha. Your mate has been sentenced to an excommunicado by the order of the elders.” He said, and I glared at the man who smirked.

How they entered without any member of the guard or pack knowing was a huge mystery to him. "What if one of the pack members had a hand in this?" he thought. He wouldn't raise or jump into conclusions yet, at least not until the doctor had come and given him the diagnosis. Never in his life had he felt more helpless towards anything or anyone in his entire life span. He was Damien, he had answers to anything and everything, he was feared and even reverenced in all places of life. He was supposed to be the greatest. But, here he was looking at his mate dying and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He didn't want to cry or anything, but he just couldn't lose her, for fucks sake

The neighbor’s door swung open and Mitch walked out and took a seat on a wooden chair. “I need you to cover for Liam,” Mitch said as he pulled on his boots. “He’s ill and I need you to take on his duties. It’ll only be for today.” Liam was Mitch’s nephew and he worked the fields like Devin, tending to the vegetables and farming. I’ve worked under Mitch, the butcher, since I came to the Clear Mountain pack. He was suspicious of my familiarity with the blade but after my feigned innocence he didn’t question me. Under his watchful eye, I practiced slicing, dicing, and killing.

Mueller walking straight into the party and up to Rob and me. Instantly, Rob’s on his feet, towering over the wiry older man. “Mr. Mueller. Something I can do for you?” “No, sir.” He glances uncomfortably around the crowded room, seeing Dan and Cameron rise and make their way towards us. “It’s a fine party. I come to wish you both my congratulations, then I’ll be taking my leave.” “You’re right you will,” Margie Gregor drawls, as she makes her way from a nearby table. “Directly. Nobody here’s fooled, Jack. You take your conniving backside home before another unflattering photo of you winds up on the township website.”

Now we just live for our plan. Give McAllister enough information on MMK and on Kingpin Kane, and in return, he rewards us generously. When he succeeds at taking down McKaine, he will give me MMK. Micah stopped believing in me long before I turned to Maven. He trained me to be his right hand, but when the time came to hand over MMK, he decided to keep the power to himself, leaving me as a junior officer without a position on the board of directors. I expected to be CFO by now.

Eli’s mouth was opening and closing, gaping and gasping, as blind terror overtook him. “Listen, Eli,” Ice said. “I am your God here, and I am giving you every chance to do the right thing, but you are just fucking it up left and right, man. So here’s the last opportunity for you to have a prayer of getting out of here with nothing more than a bad concussion and twenty stitches in your brainwashed head… who is that fucker Michael with?” “I – the guy is called –” He broke off, and the three men saw him desperately trying to recall the name that would save his life. “He’s the President of a Utah MC club – of the – the Highway something…”