Wicked Game (Wicked Game #1) Read Online Michelle St. James

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wicked Game Series by Michelle St. James

Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)

Nick Murphy is a lone wolf.
Personal tragedy taught him there are only two things he can count on — his family and their ability to exact vengeance when the law has failed. They’ve created a lucrative illegal empire with little more than strength, fury, and most of all, silence.

Alexa Nash is no stranger to tragedy.
As the victim of a a hit and run accident when she was in college, Alexa has spent years hiding her scars, both figurative and literal. Putting herself through law school was a way to help improve the justice system that failed her, a way to expose the system’s failings, make it better.

Then she’s assigned to a new case — an investigation involving the Murphy brothers, a group of vigilantes hiding behind what only appears to be a legitimate enterprise.
The only problem: Nick Murphy is dangerously intriguing, not to mention utterly and ridiculously hot.

The feeling is mutual, but can a criminal and a prosecutor find happily ever after when they’re on opposite sides of the same battle — or is their love doomed to become a casualty of war?



Nick Murphy sat at the conference table, tossing a yellow rubber ball into the air. It was a nervous habit, borne out of necessity. He’d never enjoyed sitting still. Working with numbers was the first mental activity he’d found that counteracted his distractible nature. He knew the way it made him sound, saw the way people’s eyes glazed over when he said — vaguely — that he was in “finance.”

Women were an exception. Sometimes. But even then, he could tell by the shine in their eyes that they were only interested because they saw dollar signs, and that wasn’t going to work for more reasons than one. The first being, obviously, that he didn’t want someone to be with him just because of his money. Beyond that, the Murphy brothers were in a business that would chew up and spit out anyone not cut out for the lifestyle, and anyone digging for gold wasn’t cut out for the lifestyle.

They had gold — and plenty of it — but that would never be enough to sustain a relationship under the circumstances dictated by Murphy Intelligence and Security.

He glanced across the table at his brother, Ronan, sitting across from Julia Berenger, soon to be Julia Murphy. Their meeting had been pure accident — Ronan had literally crashed into Julia in an alley while they’d both been trying to find Elise Berenger, Ronan because MIS had been hired by Elise’s grandfather to find her, and Julia because Elise was her sister.

“These numbers for operating expenses are current through the 15th?” Julia asked.

"The 12th,” Nick said.

He hadn’t been sure about Julia at first. She’d seemed fragile in spite of her physical strength, her willingness to put herself in danger to find and save her sister. But Julia had proven Nick wrong many times over during the months MIS had been on the Berenger case, first to find Elise and bring her home and then to shut down Manifest, the trans-national trafficking organization run by the world’s richest and most powerful men. She’d proven herself tough and resilient, willing to do whatever it took, even kill, to protect the people she loved.

It was hard to believe looking at her now. The conference table couldn’t hide her swelling belly, and Ronan’s ring — their dead mother’s ring — winked from Julia’s finger. Nick had grown to love her and Elise, who had been living at the house since they’d rescued her from Manifest’s yacht off the coast of Greece. Their presence in the house Nick shared with his brothers had begun to heal the wounds Nick had once convinced himself were healed, wounds that had been a result of his sister Erin’s death by overdose when she was twenty-one.

He was glad Julia would soon be an official part of the family. His friendship with Elise had become important to him. He knew that everyone thought they were sleeping together, but it wasn’t true. They’d only ever been friends.

At first it had been because she was recovering from her ordeal at the hands of Manifest. Later it had just seemed wrong to breach the walls of their friendship with romance. He loved Elise like a sister, knew she loved him like a brother, but that’s all it would ever be.

He glanced at Ronan, waiting for his older brother to pronounce Nick’s numbers solid. Nick knew they were accurate — they always were — but this time was more important than most. The head of Manifest, Yael Dohan, had gotten in one good swing before MIS had taken him down: he’d outed them to the press.

Nick and Ronan had spent the last month fending off inquiries about whether MIS was really an investigative firm as they appeared to be or if they were actually mercenaries, vigilantes who stepped in to do the dirty work when the legal system failed. The media furor was finally calming down, but Nick knew better than to think they were safe. The alarm had been sounded. It would be naive to think there wasn’t at least a possibility the Massachusetts Attorney General would open an inquiry.