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  Murphy

  Satan’s Fury Memphis

  L. Wilder

  Murphy

  Satan’s Fury MC Memphis

  Copyright 2019 L. Wilder

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  This book is a work of fiction. Some of the places named in the book are actual places found in Memphis, TN. The names, characters, brands, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and owners of various products and locations referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication or use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

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  *Special acknowledgement- The quote, Murphy’s Law- Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong, was written by Edward A. Murphy, an engineer who was working on Air Force Project MX981.

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  Contents

  Quote Acknowledgement-

  Prologue

  1. Murphy

  2. Riley

  3. Murphy

  4. Riley

  5. Murphy

  6. Riley

  7. Murphy

  8. Riley

  9. Murphy

  10. Riley

  11. Murphy

  12. Riley

  13. Murphy

  14. Riley

  15. Murphy

  16. Riley

  17. Murphy

  18. Riley

  19. Murphy

  20. Riley

  Epilogue

  The End

  Acknowledgments

  Excerpt from Riggs: Satan’s Fury MC

  Prologue

  1. Riggs

  Quote Acknowledgement-

  Murphy’s Law- Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

  -Captain Edward A. Murphy

  Prologue

  Whether it’s been a mishap, a heartbreak, or an unexpected turn of events, we’ve all had at least one of those defining moments that have marked us in one way or another, changing us forever. I’d like to say that I’d only had one of those moments in my life, but sadly, there’d been more than I could count. Each time it had taken a piece of me, scarring me right down to my soul—the first one was the day my old man packed up all his shit and walked out on my mom and me.

  My father was a lowlife asshole who took advantage of my mother and anyone else who’d let him, so I figured we were better off without him. My mother didn’t agree. His leaving had gotten to her in ways I’ll never understand. She started going out at night, partying and sleeping around like a fucking teenager. By the time I was sixteen, I’d stopped keeping track of the men who my mother moved in and out of our house—all of them had bolted as soon as she mentioned the word marriage. I figured she’d give up on men altogether, but she never stopped trying. She was continuously on the hunt for her Mr. Right, leaving me to my own vices—which suited me just fine. I’d have rather been with Amy, my best friend and future fiancé, than anyone else in the world anyway.

  Amy lived next door, so she knew things at my place weren’t exactly the greatest, but she understood, especially since her home life wasn’t much better. There were times when things got pretty rough for both of us, but together we’d find a way to pick up the pieces. Thankfully, things weren’t always bad. In fact, we had a lot of good times together, no matter what we were doing or where we were, so it was no surprise that as we grew older, our friendship turned into something more.

  We were both seventeen, naive and full of hope, sitting on her window ledge with our feet dangling out onto the roof. After several minutes of comfortable silence, I glanced over at Amy. It was clear from her expression that she had something on her mind, so I asked, “You okay?”

  “Do you think your mom is happy?”

  “I don’t know. I guess. Why?”

  “I just think it’s sad that she hasn’t found someone who genuinely loves her. I would think that would really hurt.”

  “Maybe … but she seems to think that Joe is ‘the one.’ He supposedly loves her,” I scoffed.

  “Yeah, well … she said the same thing about Danny, Rick, and John, but all those jerks ended up breaking her heart.”

  “I suppose, but you have to give her credit. She hasn’t stopped trying.”

  “Give her credit? Are you kidding me?” Her eyes skirted over to me. “She’s all but forgotten that she has a son who she should be taking care of.”

  “I can take care of myself.”

  “That’s not the point, Linc. You shouldn't have to take care of yourself. That’s what moms are for,” she argued.

  “I guess both of our moms missed that whole good-parenting lesson.”

  “You can say that again.”

  She looked up at the stars above, and after several moments, she asked, “Do you ever think about the future?”

  It wasn’t a question I expected her to ask, and I certainly had no idea what kind of answer she was hoping for, so I hesitated with my response. “Um … yeah. Sometimes.”

  “When you think about it”�
��her blue eyes locked on mine—“what do you see?”

  “I don’t know. What do you see?”

  “Oh, no you don’t.” She leaned towards me, nudging me with her shoulder. “You can’t answer a question with a question, Lincoln.”

  “All right, then.” I gave her a quick shrug as I answered, “When I think about the future, I see you.”

  A soft smile crossed her face. “You do?”

  “Well, yeah. It’s always been you and me. I can’t imagine my life without you in it.” I inched my arm around her waist and asked, “What about you? What do you see when you think about the future?”

  “I see us in a little white house with a front porch swing and flowers along the walkway.” Her voice was low, almost a whisper, as she continued, “It’s a thousand miles from here, and our parents have no idea where we are. There’s no yelling … no fighting … and there’s food on the table every night. Things are good. Things are the way they’re supposed to be.”

  “Sounds pretty damn good to me.”

  “Yeah, it sure does.”

  I pulled her close to me and said, “I’ll do whatever it takes to give you all that and more, Amy. Just wait and see.”

  With no means to go to college, I decided to join the military. Amy wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea about me leaving, especially for such long increments of time, but I assured her that it was the quickest way for us to get that little white house with the front porch swing. Our time apart was hard on both of us, but with each day that passed, it got a little easier. I’d only been gone a few months when Amy started nursing school. Even though she was busy, she still found time to write me every day, and we talked on the phone as often as possible. Without even knowing it, Amy had gotten me through some pretty rough spots. I’d close my eyes, think about her crystal-blue eyes and adorable smile, and I would get a temporary reprieve from the death and destruction that surrounded me. She gave me something to live for, so when I returned from training, I asked her to marry me. By then, she’d gotten a taste of the military life. She had an idea of what it would be like to be a soldier’s wife, and even though she knew it wouldn’t be easy, she accepted my proposal, assuring me that she loved me enough to put our life together on hold for a little longer.

  While there were many things that marked me during my four years in the Army, it wasn’t until the end of my tour in Afghanistan that I encountered my second defining moment. After spending over nine months overseas, I was finally heading home. I’d never been gone that long before and was eager to get back to Amy. She had no idea I was coming, so it was going to be one hell of a surprise. I couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when she opened the door and found me standing on the other side, so as soon as the plane landed in Memphis, I got my rental car and headed over to our place. As soon as I pulled up to the house, I grabbed my bag out of the car and rushed up the front porch steps. I knocked on the door, and my heart started racing when I heard rumbling inside the house. Moments later, the door flew open and Amy appeared with a startled look on her face.

  Instead of jumping into my arms, she cinched her bathrobe tightly around her waist as she gasped. “Linc? What are you doing here?”

  Paying no regard to her odd behavior, I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her waist, lifting her in the air as I hugged her tightly. “I’m on leave for the next two weeks, baby.”

  With a half-hearted hug, she asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “I wanted to surprise you.”

  “Well, you definitely did that,” she mumbled under her breath. “I wish you would’ve told me you were coming. I would’ve met you at the airport.”

  “I know, but like I said, I wanted to surprise you.” I lowered my mouth to her neck, and as I started to trail kisses along the curve of her jaw, I whispered, “Damn, I’ve missed you. I can’t tell you how good it is to see you.”

  “It’s good to see you too.”

  When she started to pull away from me, I quickly lowered her feet to the ground and said, “I’ve got another surprise for you.”

  I reached into my back pocket and pulled out an envelope. As I handed it over to her, she said, “I don’t know if I can handle any more surprises right now, Linc.”

  “Well, this is one that can’t wait.” I watched her expression as she opened the envelope. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time but just didn’t have the means to make it happen. That all changed this summer when I was promoted to corporal.”

  A look of confusion crossed her face as she stared at the two tickets to Cancun. “What is this?”

  “We’re eloping, baby. It’s time for us to make things official.”

  I’d barely gotten the words out of my mouth when a man came walking down the hall. He was a tall guy with dark hair. I don’t remember much more than that, other than the fact that he was only wearing a pair of boxers as he asked, “Amy … is everything okay?”

  “Who the fuck are you?” I roared.

  “I’m, uh … umm,” he stammered.

  He was too freaked out to answer, but it didn’t matter. I knew by the look on his face that he’d been screwing around with Amy, and that’s all I needed to know. Rage washed over me as I lunged towards him and growled, “You goddamn motherfucker!”

  “Wait.” Amy reached for me as she shrieked, “Linc … Don’t.”

  As soon as the asshole realized I was about to beat the hell out of him, he held up his hands at his sides and pleaded, “Look, man. I don’t want any trouble.”

  “You should’ve thought about that before you started fucking my girl!”

  I reared my fist back and then punched him in the face, nearly knocking him out. His head flew back as blood spewed from his mouth. Before he had a chance to recover, I slammed my fist into his gut. He toppled forward as he wrapped his arms around his stomach, but it did little to protect him from my continuous blows to his abdomen and face. I hit him again and again, and in a matter of seconds, he was a puddled mess on the floor. Worried that I might actually kill him, Amy scurried in front of me and pushed me back as she shouted, “Stop, Linc!”

  When I saw the panicked look on her face, I froze. With my heart pounding rapidly in my chest, I inhaled a deep breath and tried to rein in my anger. I grit my teeth as I snarled, “What the fuck is this guy doing in my house, Amy?”

  “I’ll explain everything, but you’re gonna have to stop and listen to me.”

  “Just tell me!”

  She cradled his face in her hands, and with complete adoration in her voice, she said, “This is Kevin. He’s one of the doctors from the hospital. We’ve been seeing each other for the past few months, and—”

  “What?” I motioned my hand towards the douchebag on the floor. “You’ve been seeing him for months, and you didn’t fucking tell me!”

  “I wanted to, but I just didn’t know how.” She looked up at me with sad eyes and said, “You have to know that I loved you, Lincoln. I wanted a life with you … the life we dreamed about, but you just kept putting me off. It was always, just a few more months …. First it was training, and then, you headed off to Afghanistan and I had no idea if you were ever coming back! I couldn’t take it.”

  “So, you go and spread your legs for some asshole doctor you’ve been working with?”

  “It’s not like that, Linc.” She stood up and looked me right in the eye. “We started out as friends … He listened to me. He was there for me, and—”

  “He listened to you? Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “He’s a good man, Lincoln.”

  “I’m sure he’s a goddamn prince!”

  “You’re not being fair!” She reached for my arm, clinging to me as she said, “You knew how I felt about you leaving. I tried to get you to stay. I begged you, but you just wouldn’t listen.”

  “So, you decided to act like a fucking whore and shack up with someone else?”

  “Look, you can put all of this on me if that makes you feel better, but
we both know that’s not true!”

  “I’m done listening to this bullshit, Amy.” As I started for the door, I noticed several boxes and bags of luggage stacked in the doorway. I’d busted my ass to get her that house with the fucking swing on the front porch, but it was all for nothing. I turned and glared at her with disgust. “I want you out by morning. Leave the key in the mailbox.”

  With that, I grabbed my bag and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind me. From there, I don’t even know how I made it back to my rental car. I was totally consumed with emotion—rage, heartbreak, and absolute disbelief. I looked back at the house, and a feeling of anguish washed over me when I saw Amy standing there with tears in her eyes. I could’ve gone back and tried to talk it out with her, but I knew that wasn’t gonna change a damn thing. We could never go back to the way things were. My heart would still be broken. I would still be broken. I glanced down at the plane tickets to Cancun and ripped them to shreds before tossing them out the window. I was done. Love was just some fucked up illusion. Unlike my mother, I wouldn’t spend my life looking for something that simply didn’t exist.

  1

  Murphy

  Ten Years Later

  While we’d won battle after battle, Satan’s Fury was always at war. It was the price we paid for reigning supreme over the Memphis territory. With the Mississippi River at our fingertips, everyone knew it was a sweet spot and wanted to claim it as their own. Unfortunately for them, that meant going head-to-head with the most notorious MC in the south. While we always managed to come out on top, we’d never faced an enemy like Josue Navarro—a Mexican cartel boss with an unrelenting thirst for revenge. His brother, Rodrigo, had come to Memphis looking to score big, but he’d gotten himself killed in the process, leaving his brother clueless as to who was to blame. Even though we weren’t the ones who actually pulled the trigger, the blame still fell on our shoulders, and Navarro set his sights on ending us all. We knew he had the means to destroy everything we’d worked for, but we’d never cowered down from a fight. We’d been preparing to take him head on when he was arrested for killing Jason Brazzle, his niece’s best friend. We all knew he’d try to get the charges dropped, but there was no way that was gonna happen with an eyewitness and photographic evidence. Our problem was solved, but there was a catch.