Markus Murphy Novels & Stories

he grabbed my hand, "Can't we still be friends or something?" I pulled my hand back, "Whatever." ** I was home now, god today was awful, stupid Adam broke up with me and to top it off, I have fucking school tomorrow. This is fucking horrible. "Jade," my mum called, "Jonathan's here, come say hi." Jonathan's my older brother.

Damn it, I wanted the girl. Mercy was only offered by the fools, and for that woman, I'd be foolish. I straightened up my back and then brushed my fingers onto my shaggy jetblack hair after releasing the boy. "What's your name?" "Ma... Markus..." He coughed and tried to catch his breath. "My name is Markus, Sir." "Markus who?" "Markus... Markus Hemsworth..." "Well, Markus Hemsworth, why don't we wait for your sister to claim you instead? Killing you in front of her would be fun..." My jaw clenched as my eyes turned gold again. "I'd like to see her beg for your useless life."

He kindly agreed. He inquired if I came from the annual mission, and I confirmed that I had. We exchanged some brief introductions. His name was Marcus-tall and muscular, with the phrase "Live fully or die trying" inked on his left arm. In the short time we spoke, he shared insights about his life, family, and upbringing, revealing that he was currently mateless. He was in the middle of explaining how the pack functioned when I couldn't help but think that he was quite the yapper. I chuckled at the thought.

I wanted to cover them, but Marcel wouldn’t allow it… I believed that it was his own way of showing the claim he was having over me. “So,” she murmured. “You and my son have been… active… it seems.” Heat crept up my neck, but I didn’t look away. I refused to. “I don’t have the makeup to cover it up. I am embarrassed walking around with the marks, but Alpha Marcel seems to enjoy seeing them, and even if I wanted to, I have no way of trying to cover it.” She nodded, and I could see her chewing the inside of her mouth as she clearly debated on how to respond to what I just said.

Other than that, there was no other trace of blood anywhere else. Was Markos really a legitimate businessman? I laughed and shook my head, deciding I was being crazy. Markos had an empire to show for all his hard work. He had to be a legitimate businessman. There had to be a good explanation for all the blood I saw. After cleaning, I carried out other duties and passed the time before it was time to go home. I was very hungry and tired and I couldn’t wait to get home. As I exited the hotel, I saw Markos leaning against his car. His dark hair was unruly and messy on his head, his shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbows, and he was in slacks and Armani shoes. He looked very hot.

Markus said, grinning. He'd performed the same action on more than one occasion. I trusted Markus more than any of the other men I employed, all of the hired security personnel. Markus' qualifications were much more significant, his background in the Marines and a stint with another crime family made him invaluable as far as I was concerned.

I mind-linked all my warriors to report to me everything while we were away and carefully monitor and protect my pack. I am the strongest and Markus is the second strongest, but I trust my pack members as they are also strong. Markus beside me was wearing his usual black t-shirt and pants, carrying a backpack. “I put your name as Mr. Jones.” He suddenly brings it up as soon as we leave my packhouse. I raised my sunglasses, “And you?” “I’m Mark. Short for Markus of course.” He said. I nodded, “Remember our goal.” “Yes, teacher. How could I forget this? For today, I'll be your student and we’re strangers.” He teasingly said and I rolled my eyes at my subordinate.

Murphy, sharply but calmly interrupts him. “Yes, sir!” Andrus replied before starting the car. Leaning back on the seat, I watched him close his eyes before I did the same. There is something about Murphy that screams mystery! There seems to be this deep connection, or rather respect between him, and Andrus. It is more like that of a servant, and a master, not just as a friend of a famous CEO, Murphy is claiming to be. I could sense and feel this aura of confidence, like someone in authority or control over something around him, and the way he is acting makes me feel there is more than he is showing to me, now

He also stated facts that demonstrated his exposure and significance in law. Matthew was impressed. He had asked him to begin working with him as junior partner several months back. "You know Vee, I really need a guy these days. It seems am the only beautiful rich arse who haven't found love yet. It's disgusting you know." " Claire, what you saying." Violet smiled, as the Lamborghini raced hard on the gravel part, leaving plumes of dust and smoke at it's wake. Noah is handsome, tall and athletic. His smart, manipulative and wickedly hot.

“Oh, and the next time you go in the club saying you’re going to test a vampire, think again.” “I misspoke but I won’t be asked about shots.” He shivers “I hate those things.” He looks down. “You’re new so we will forgive it this time lurch,” I say smiling. “Markus. My name is Markus.” He looks offended. “Markus.” I nod, turning my Dyna on. I get back to my club, walking in the back door. Dillan and Tracy are arguing over something already. Didn’t they just both clock in?