Murphy Macmanus Novels & Stories

She tilted her head to the side and asked, "Did you get any call yet?" "What call?" I asked, cooking an eyebrow at her. "About Turqo," she specified. "No, he hasn't spilled yet—" "Not about that." She smirked. "It's about another thing." "What?" Just then, my phone rang up, showing an incoming call from Denver. I eyed Mutiny in distrust and picked up Denver's call. "Capo," his voice sounded panicked. "What is it, Denver?" "Turqo just died in our cell a few hours ago."

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

A brunette, Marie said as she stepped into the room. She unlocked the handcuffs and tossed them towards the intern, "You should know any metallic object can't go into the MRI." Harry nodded and scurried out of the room. "Jesus!" Doctor Greg exclaimed, "Why do I always have such unlucky and clumsy interns!" "He'll learn soon enough," Marie said. "He had better except he enjoys interning on the street." Doctor Greg snapped before moving towards Trevor. "Who are you, Mr Trevor Saint Williamson?" He murmured, staring at him intently.

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 held his hand out. She shook his hand. “So I am at the right place. I was beginning to wonder. I’m Mandy Connors.” “Nice ta meetchya! I’m Murray MacBane. The cook.” He gestured with his hand. “Come in, love. I’ll show ya to yer suite. Mr. Salvo mentioned you might be arriving tonight. I made ya a pie and put it in yer fridge jus’in case.” “Thank you.” Her mother wouldn’t like this man, making Mandy pies and helping to fatten her up for the wedding. Mandy smiled. “I’m glad I ran into you.”

It was a deep cut, probably from a knife, right below his collarbone. "What happened?" My voice was tender. I was so afraid. I had seen him get shot once, and I had seen him hurt before, but I still hadn't gotten used to the mafia life. "It's nothing." Mariano's voice was rough. He was still mad. "I'll stitch it up. It will be fine." "You will do no such thing." I snapped. "Shut up and come to the hospital with me." "No hospitals." "Fine, then I'm calling Dr.Rei." Dr Rei was the doctor for the entire mafia.

Mike smiled up at me. “I need you to keep Lynn with you. You are her protection.” Oh hell no, is this what he wanted me to do, protection duty. “What are you playing at Mike? I will help you deal with Joseph but I am not keeping that woman with me and protecting her. Forget it.” Mike glared at me and I glared right back. He had me fucked up if he thought I was doing this, I’m not a guard dog. I am Jensen Daniels, the biggest name in New York aside from Joseph King.

Mariah POV I lost track of how many days I been here, and I still haven’t met the mystery woman. After a few days I was transfer to a room that didn’t have a window to look outside just a toilet and a skimpy mattress on the floor. The door has a slot that only opens through the outside so I can’t open it to see if I can see anything or anyone. The only two people I see are Austin and his stepsister Julia who tries to sneak me some snack through the slot whenever Austin isn’t around. I try begging her to let me go but she said that if she did Austin wouldn’t hesitate to kill her. I feel so bad for the girl if I manage to get out of here, I’m taking her with me. I miss my parents, brother, my

That would have made them the four-headed dragon. He chuckled at the absurd thought and looked around. The Murphy family was also present. They were an Irish family that ran a thin strip of the east coast. They kept their business along the waterways, smuggling guns and drugs, mostly cochise. Marcus saw the wizened 'ceann an teaghlaigh', the head of their family, drink glasses of brandy. The man looked almost 90, and he was just gulping down the alcohol. Marcus shook his head and chuckled slightly, "The Irish," he muttered under his breath.