Murphy Macmanus Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

And I’m still out here, waiting to make sure he never truly rises again. But the truth was undeniable—the Murphys were masters of their game. That was why they were feared by so many. No matter how hard you tried to tear them down, they would crush anything and anyone standing in the way of their power. Ruthless, calculated, and always one step ahead. People who had crossed paths with them warned me it was impossible to destroy Mike Murphy. I didn’t believe them at first. I was young, angry, and blinded by betrayal. I thought I could bring him down with sheer will and a little luck. But now… I believed every word.

Jasper narrows his eyes at me, but decides not to bring up my thoughts. Instead, he says, "I will not stop until this deal is complete." "Do you know anything about Cyprian? Where he may be?" I ask, hating to bring up the name of the man behind the uprising. Cyprian. Young, strong and extremely manipulative. An outsider of the Love Pack born and raised. A rogue now. All these things are a dangerous concoction I don't want my beautiful mate witnessing. Unfortunately, my end of the deal must be upheld.

“It’s gone. It isn’t coming back.” “You’re not helping.” Murph sighs. I roll my eyes. Adrian Murphy—Murph, as we call him—is our best friend. He is the General Manager of Joshua’s company, good looking, young, and as gay as all hell. He is forever the optimist and finds a silver lining in every event. “It’s backed to the cloud, though, right?” Joshua asks. “It’s not that bad.” “There is only one number on that whole fucking phone that I want. It is not in the cloud.”