Markus Murphy Novels & Stories

Kate kisses his cheek and hugs him but he shows no reaction as he grieves in his heart. Marcus stands at 5’11ft and has a pair of cold-looking dark eyes that makes it difficult for most people to maintain eye contact with him. The night’s breeze kisses the top of his head which is bald and blows through the grey hair behind his head as he rolls his black rosary around his wrist.

Valeria was well aware that lying and denying was the only way to persuade Markus to leave her and to move on. "Yes, I am happy.” Markus pressed the cloth in his head and applied pressure while his fingers curled into a fist. He had been hearing Valeria silently knowing that he had lost her. “I love Richie and he is a great guy. Most importantly, he loves me back." Again in her own mess of thoughts she failed to notice that Markus was in genuine guilt. “You never loved me Markus. And you still don’t. Even if you keep me here you can never win me back.”

Murphy smiled at the two men and appreciated them one after the other, “Thank you so much, gentlemen. My name is Murphy Newton. I work with the Next Generation Bank.” Dr. Summer stretched out his hand for a handshake and introduced himself. After the handshake, Murphy did the same with Ben and gave Sean an encouraging smile. “How are Dylan, Elias, and the rest?” Mr. Miller asked. Murphy smiled dryly and answered, “They have the same information as I. There is so much to talk about.” “I see.” “Yes. Just get well. Okay?” “Thank you for your concern.” “You are welcome. I am so happy to see you. Permit me to return to work,” he said and got up.

“This is Raya, my girlfriend.” They smile at each other and it's really cute. “Good to meet you, Raya. And Mark, you'll have to beat Murphy first to get that title.” I laugh. “Oh, man. Hope he's ready for the heat.” He chuckles and looks around. “Where's Adrian?” “He went to the restroom,” Murphy announces as he appears next to us. “Hey, favorite uncle here.” They shake hands. “Upcoming favorite uncle and his girlfriend.” They both grin, accepting the challenge.

He had to be at least 6’2. I frowned. He couldn't make it more obvious what sort of meeting this was? He came straight to my table and slid in across from me, pulling the shades off his eyes. I pulled away from the force of his eyes. He had the most beautiful shade of honey-brown eyes I'd ever seen, and his smile brightened his eyes. “Hello, Aria. I'm Markus. Before you ask, yes, I was parked outside work waiting for your word.” His voice was high, almost charming.

Michael clicked the link out of curiosity, and the video that opened centered on a couple. The guy looked a lot like Edwardo, but his hair was slightly longer and his shoulders weren’t as wide. The other person was a beautiful Hispanic lady with long dark brown hair, and a grin that suggested whatever this was about had some serious mischief attached.

He’s the only one that can help me now. *Phone conversation* Mark: Hey Bro, what’s up? Eric: Mark, I need an urgent favor from you. I need information about a person. His name is Ben Marcus. I need his information in three hours. Mark: Sure thing. I’ll get back to you soon. *End of phone call* Mark owns a bodyguard agency and has insane technologies used to get information about people. He’s also a private investigator and the best I know. About two hours after the call with Mark, he called to tell me he had sent what he got to my email. He also said he might have to get his brother involved.

I turn to see Alpha Luna Ireland staring at me sadly with tears streaking down her face. “Bradley and Mom leave us please.” She squares her shoulders, her voice broken with tears. They both nod and head out of the room. I take another step toward her but her hand stretches out stopping me. “Why mark me if you were going to hide me?” “I fell in love with you and I was scared, I never meant to mark you.” “So that was the mistake not hurting me?” “That’s not what I meant…” “Did you know?” “Please let me finish.”

I tried to smile back but it faltered in the end. “Are you okay? You look pale” Lukas asked,. worry flashing in his eyes. “I'll excuse you both” Michael stood up and left. Lukas walked across the room, towards me, but my eyes were fixed on one thing. The mark. The upper part was covered by the sleeve of his T-shirt but I could still see it. The scar was still there. My heart sank. He reached out and brushed his fingers against my cheek. “Mia, what's wrong?”

Tick-tock. The only thing standing between me and a full-blown panic spiral? Bill Marks. Not exactly the hero I ordered, but right now, he’s the best card I’ve got left in my very shredded deck. Marks is a former city official with fingerprints all over the zoning and property acquisition process.