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Some rules are meant to be broken.
New York Times and USA Today Best Seller L. Wilder brings readers a new addition to the Satan’s Fury Memphis series.
Murphy’s Law- Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.
As Satan’s Fury’s sergeant-at-arms, it was my job to stay one step ahead. It was up to me to make sure the club was ready when things went awry. I had to anticipate our enemies’ every move and plan accordingly. I couldn’t let Murphy’s Law bite me in the a**, so I created a set of rules to follow.
* The club comes first.
I thought they’d prepare me for anything, but I was wrong. Nothing could’ve prepared me for Riley Nichols–the farmer’s daughter with coal-black eyes and a fiery tongue. She took me by surprise, mesmerizing me with her strength and tempting me with her innocence.
I wanted to make her mine, but having her meant breaking my rules–every last one of them.
Murphy is book four of the Satan’s Fury MC- Memphis Chapter. While this book is a continuation of Riggs, Book 3 in the Satan’s Fury Memphis series, it can be read as a standalone. Murphy is a full-length novel that is intended for mature audiences only due to the explicit language and violence. Contains no cheating and a swoon-worthy HEA.
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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.