On Dublin Street Novels & Stories

I smile. “We are heading there now. Get my men into that pub and hold Daragh until I get there.” I give the order and Dimitri confirms the order. I end the call. “Murphy’s Harp. Daragh has just been spotted in the Irish quarter.” I say to Tony and we drive towards the location. He better not play any fucking games with me, or he will die. I don’t care if he is one of the four Irish Kings and Cass’s cousin. He stole from me with the help of Cass.

All his crimes, theft, and illegal doings are kept hidden from the masses. It is the same man with such a dirty background that Mom is asking Marie to go have something with. He has promised a fortune, and Mom promises Marie would take half of whatever he gives while they use the rest to foot Dad's medical bill. Mom tells Marie there is no way his wife is going to find out about this particular one because the place she would choose isn't the usual ones; it is one of those old hotels where irresponsible men and the poor spend the night. It isn't the usual five-star hotels. She is doing her best to convince Marie that it is going to be a smooth sail. The desperate Marie sees the risk involved

She can't help herself they just bring back bad memories for me. Towards the end of the night the evening had died down only a few people where left In the restaurant. She makes myself a cup of tea and sits at the bar and drinks it waiting till the diners all leave. All of a sudden she felt the hairs at the back of her neck stand up turning around seeing the detective staring at her, he pulled out a bar stool and sat down and said to her " I'm sorry if I'm staring at you but you look really familiar, I don't know where I've seen you but I feel as though I now you, or maybe you look like someone I just can't figure it out". I smile at him and nod my head bring my hair down to cover the s

Author’s Pov:- 24 hours back, San Francisco. “I'm extremely happy for your help, Nikolai,” The American mob boss said with a beaming face. He had been requesting the Russian don a hand in tackling the Irish mafia for months. There has been a conflict happening between these two mafia groups for a decade. “Christopher, I only accepted your request because of the help you offered in the past… in Boris’s case,” Nikolai said, Everyone sitting around the oval-shaped conference table was watching Nikolai with respect and a hint of fear in their eyes. Nikolai is one of the most feared and respected dons in the underworld mafia. He’s known to keep his promises and also the bloodshed he creates if so

Declan Queens after midnight feels alive in a different kind of way. Not polished like Manhattan. Not clean. This part of New York City breathes gasoline, money, adrenaline, and bad decisions. Exactly why I like it. Music pounds through the underground garage beneath the abandoned warehouse while crowds gather around rows of expensive sports cars and women dressed like temptation. Engines roar. People scream. Money changes hands. And for the first time in months, life almost feels normal again. Or at least as normal as life gets when your best friend is an Irish mafia king with a pregnant fiancée and enough enemies to start a small war.

she started, sitting up straighter. “Don’t.” I turned to the desk officer. “Who is handling their release?” Eve’s mouth stayed open. Good, for once, she could keep it shut. The officer looked at me like he had seen enough rich men in expensive clothes storm into stations at night, “and you are?” “Adam Dalton,” I placed my ID on the counter, “my solicitor is on his way. They don’t answer another question without representation.” “They were detained during a raid at Club Riven.”

When they received the news that the plane was about to land, Emeraude woke him up. "We arrived?" he asked with a sleepy voice. "Almost," she replied, looking out the window and offering a shy smile. Dublin was a wonderful city, and Emeraude was truly in love with that city in Ireland. When she moved, she believed she wouldn't miss it at all, but things had turned out completely different.

19:47 – Dublin Docklands, Ireland The rain fell in needles, cutting against the black water of the Liffey. Cargo ships groaned under the night weight, cranes stood like steel giants watching over the dock. Somewhere beneath that industrial skeleton, Gregory Vancouver stepped off the black van that had carried him across the border, his shoes splashing against oil-stained puddles.

Zolani’s POV Snow fell thick and lazy over Dublin Airport, blanketing the roofs and the old stone pillars like someone had torn open a bag of powdered sugar and shaken it over the entire country. The air smelled sharp, cold pine, jet fuel, and something darker, richer, older. Old money. Werewolf money. The kind that built castles before America was even a fever dream. I barely had time to shiver before a shriek ripped through the arrivals hall. “ZEE, YOU SEXY VIRGIN BITCH!”

Two days passed by quickly, but there was still no sign of the package promised to send her. She was a little anxious, so she called Dunn, but found that the number was invalid. How could Dunn turn off his phone? Was something wrong? Deborah felt a little uncertain. After waiting at home for an entire day, she couldn't help driving to Maoer Alley. Maoer Alley was the place where she used to live when she was in poverty. It was the most chaotic place in San Fetillo. The largest gang in San Fetillo lived there. In the past, Deborah, an unmarried mother, dragged Lily around there and got to know a lot of mafia members with her cunning ways. Dunn was one of them. Taking drugs, doing drug traffic