Michael Finnegan Book Novels & Stories

A photographer from the television news arrived as Joe got the meeting started. "Gang, this is Mr. Michael Rannigan from the law firm of Murphy, Rannigan, and Metheny. He has graciously agreed to visit us today." "Hey, Mr. S," a student called out. "Who's the hot redhead?" Michael chuckled. "This is Ms. Flynn. She works with me." He shot Maggie an amused look. "I am a defense attorney. As you know, that means…"

“You’ve been gone long enough to forget my habits, Michael. I guard my words as carefully as possible because you can't tell if you have a rat listening. You, of all people, should understand that.” I leaned against the corner of the desk, folding my arms. “What were you talking about?” “Something that doesn’t need to bother your head,” Fernando said firmly, the authority in his voice unmistakable. “You’ve had enough weight to carry.” “Still,” I pressed, unwilling to let go that easily, “you could ease my mind with just a little honesty.” Marlo shifted, as though itching to say something, but one sharp glance from Fernando silenced him. “Michael,” Fernando said, his voice softening but his e

I took my daughter to the park, cooked dinners, and slept beside the man who would burn Dublin down for me. In the second world, I carried Maeve’s leather folder like an undetonated bomb. I hid the documents in the most unlikely place I could think of — inside one of the astrophysics books Declan would never open, Principles of Stellar Evolution, the same one Professor Hennessy had given me. The hollowed-out pages held bank statements from the Cayman Islands, logistics contracts with coded clauses, and photographs of meetings between Cormac Sinclair and intermediaries whose faces I recognized from the intelligence files that occasionally appeared on Declan’s table.

A bookshop slash café and a few clothing stores circle the building. "Oh those. Don't worry about those. I broke them constantly. The guy who owns the condo has never been here. You're fine," Pen tries to reassure me. Of course she's not worried. When Pen lived here, she shared the floor with Finnegan McRyan, billionaire video game developer. He swept her off her feet and moved her into his sprawling condo on the top floor of the Raven Digital Arts building. She won over Prince Charming and left me to live in fear of the dragon's return.

Suppressing her tears, Megan said, “Finneas, do you still believe her? That man is a gigolo! I’ve done a proper investigation. He’s not the President of JNS Corporation. He’s a liar! My sister isn’t the president’s wife! I know you’re eager to cooperate with JNS Corporation, but—” “Enough!” Finneas growled. Megan shuddered in fright, for she had never seen him so furious before, but she didn’t understand why he was reacting in this way. Hearing the noise, Meredith immediately stepped into the wedding hall, but she was puzzled as to why Megan was covering her face and staring at Finneas. “Shut up!” Finneas lowered his voice. However, Megan was unsatisfied. Selena is a liar, and that man is a

was how I started the analysis. “Huh?” Brennan asked, his brow furrowed when I peeped a look at him. “She’s richer than him,” I stated dryly. Finn, being our money man, got to his feet and wandered over to me. When he saw all the zeros in her account, he whistled under his breath. “Jesus. Wonder if she’d let me play with it. Haven’t fucked with the stock exchange in a long while.” “Married life is slowing you down,” Eoghan joked, but when the two of them glanced at each other, sharing wide grins, I knew they were happy about that.

"Wonderful. The heat is good for my bones." When my father kicked Finnegan out, he withheld his severance pay and retirement fund. I never knew what happened between them, and it was only when Finnegan approached me, begging me to talk to my father and at least give him the money he was owed that I decided to pay the man myself. He had always been kind to me. I paid for an apartment for him in Florida and gave him both his severance pay and retirement fund. I doubt he's going to lie to me now. "I need to ask you something, Finnegan," I begin.

Fisher! The private room door burst open as Finnegan appeared, radiating danger in his black fitted T-shirt and camouflage cargo pants. Seeing him, Elara headed toward the door. The towering Finnegan stood in the doorway like an imposing mountain, nearly blocking the entire frame. The shadow he cast into the room carried an overwhelming sense of intimidation. With his bold features, Finnegan looked in Harvey's direction and let out a cold laugh. "You never learn your lesson, do you, Harvey? Have you already forgotten those days when your uncle had you locked up?"

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"I was in the middle of a very good chapter. I'm retired, remember? Retired Alphas don't do 'Code Reds' unless the house is on fire." Fennigan stepped forward, shifting Briar to his other hip to shield her from the wind (and to aim her away from his wife). He looked at his father, his throat suddenly dry. "Dad," Fennigan started, clearing his throat nervously. "Um... you might want to put the book down. You're going to be..." BURP.