"Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light. " – Helen KellerMELODY POVItalian slurs, one concerned, and others gruff and low. An edgy American response glided into the mix, and the cacophony crept into my brain invasively. I blinked twice as my mind waddled back to reality, finally registering the heavy weight of an untouched drink in my hand. I could feel heated gazes coming from all directions of me, and I hated how I was front and center of everyone's attention like I had sprouted horns and a tail with scales. Bitterness crawled to my throat, and I buried it off with a big swig of whiskey, and fought the urge to slam the half-empty flute on the head of a guy who was standing a good foot from me, and for some reason, couldn't afford to keep his eyes off me.Instead, I thrust the flute into his hand and started to walk away."Signora..." his edgy gruff stopped me in my tracks. I turned to glare at him with a bored expression. A stutter settled on h
“A handshake and a smile; lost in history, rarely remembered.” – Amanda FinoJordan POVI walked out of the room feeling even more befuddled than I have ever been. A whole week, and my mind was still failing to process what the hell actually happened. Yes, Melody confessed that everything that occurred in the past three months was nothing but a walk down the path she created. I am talking about our first night together, when she shot me, the masquerade and everything that followed. Her immaculate plan also included the gun-down at the restaurant where I fucking split my back trying to protect her. I was both impressed and petrified. I thought I had a faint idea of the woman I was going to marry, but it was clear I was just stringing along with the image she painted in my mind and a lie I effortlessly believed.My feet carried me around the hallways and staircases, but my mind ran amock with all these unbidden thoughts.I settled in my soul that Thomas deserved everything that was happ
“Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are all cut with our own dust.” - John WebsterJORDAN POVIt was stupid, impulsive, and recklessMy flawed plan to escape, of course. I could think of at least a million ways it was going to blow in my face. I mean, the worst that could possibly happen (say I succeed climbing over the 8 feet tall wall without ticking off the alarms, feeding the Great Danesw with my own flesh or having my ass sewn shut by a bullet) is having the throats of those I shared a DNA with pulled out from their necks, and if that's not bad enough, the idea of being forced to watch as Melody and her wicked minions plucked their tongues out was all I needed to remain a good boy and do what was expected of me. Now that the odds were against me, I could only bite my tongue and wait for a perfect opportunity to arise."Get your mind into the game, Rothschild." Douglass, who was on the other side of a very vast ring intoned, cracking a fissure of realit
' "Human beings, we have dark sides; we have dark issues in our lives. To progress anywhere; in life, you have to face your demons.” John Noble. JORDAN POVI was beginning to think that everything that was happening right now was my punishment for the sins of the past. All of this here...this was karma. It had to be.The rest of the drive passed with nothing but icy air conditioning, almost pissing me off with the sound of the cars honking and an insane traffic jam.The Cadillac pulled up in front of a giant skyscraper, with nothing but reflective glass standing 68 floors above the ground.There was no time to ogle the fancy structure, so I hopped off the car and stood outside for a minute, relishing the feel of life outside of the blood-stained walls of my lavish prison. A white MayBach pulled up behind the Cadillac and out came Lorenzo dawning a boldly black suit. He walked to my side, and we started walking into the building. If I thought Catt Building was smashing from the outsid
“A handshake and a smile; lost in history, rarely remembered. – Amanda FinoJORDAN POV "Maybe it's high time you forgive the girl. You said yourself that she's guilty" It's not like the thought hadn't crossed my mind, especially after a whole week of watching her up close and breathing in her scent as she acted all unaffected by her vicinity to my body. Not that I was going to tell that to Quin who was spewing nonsense through my phone, which I'd propped on a stand beside my computer in my lavish office."Kory's ashes would solidify to a living breathing demon if I sunk my dick inside his murderer." if they had buried him with his full body still intact, I would have found a better way to express the horrific idea of succumbing to Melody's stunts. Especially after what she did on Saturday. She'd been sweaty, wet, and hot with a look of doom in her eyes as she urged me on. Something told me this girl knew what she was doing, and she wasn't going to stop the until she'd finally broken
“Be thankful for what you have; you’ll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don’t have, you will never, ever have enough.” – Oprah WinfreyMELODY POVWarm, dry air breezed into the dining room through the open window. The curtains rustled on the walls with a smooth hum and a melodic white. In front of me lay 8 seat dining table, with all seats occupied except one on my right. I was slowly getting pissed off by the cat-and-mouse chase Jordan was playing with me, and I know I said I wasn't going to give up. But fuck.Gianna's loud chattering made it almost impossible to focus on my thoughts, so I let the nasty feeling disperse and focused on her donkeys on steroids.And those were all guys who asked her out for prom."So this other one has like the cutest eyes in the world, okay? But then when he reveals those teeth?" she made a gagging sound that sent us all down with laughter, including Papa who always looked like he was plotting the end of the world. Vernero pulled up t
'My dark side, my shadow, my lower companion is now in the back room blowing up balloons for kids' part.' - Gary BuseyMELODY POV"No Jordan, you can't come with me."Jordan who was obviously hard of hearing, or purposely stubborn didn't falter as he walked down the hallway towards staircases, casually folding the shirt up his arms."Jordan, stop." My hand looped around the crook of his elbow, finally earning his attention, he halted and half-turned to look at me.Hazel eyes and intense obsidian held me a prisoner of his intense stare, and I swallowed before searching my mind for words."I know you want to come with me, but you can't, "I told him, slightly out of breath with the way he was looking at me. His brow arched in question, and my heart skipped a few beats."You don't wanna know what's going to happen there. You don't wanna see it." I continued, and the bastard shifted on his heel to finally face me fully."Why don't you want me to see it?" he groused, his voice deeper and mu
"In life, we weep at the thought of death. In death, perhaps we weep at the thought of life." – Marilyn MonroeJORDAN POVI did not know what I was expecting. But that?That was off the records, totally off the charts.Black eyes connected with mine, and softness trickled into the stance, replacing hard hatred. Her gaze melted unto mine, as though she was telling me something through bated lashes. Unsaid words flickered between us. An invisible string tugged at me, and tingles darted down my back. My eyes fell on the mutilated body and a pool of blood beneath the chair. It has not even been a full month yet, but she had already unalived two people. Two lost souls and lives stolen from their hands.My heart tried to claw its way out of my throat, and I bolted.I jumped into the elevator without a back glance, then clamped a restraining hand on my mouth. My stomach churned with the unease, bile spreading through my chest and rising like a tide. My eyes blurred and a loud gag threatened
"Together, we are untouchable. Like Bonnie and Clyde." ~ UNKNOWNJORDAN POVI knew he had to die. I knew I should have killed the bloody bastard the first time I learned of everything he had done, instead of letting him breathe for another second. Nothing killed a husband more than seeing his wife crumbling and fumbling for control when everything else just continued spiraling, and I hated that I seemed powerless and helpless about it all. Peter Rothschild should have died a long time ago, but I hesitated;And now he was brazenly threatening everything that my wife and her family had worked for so long… for decades. Maybe I wasn’t being loyal to blood. But blood alone was not what made you family. And learning everything that my grandfather did just proved that. My family was with Melody, because it was with her I got to be the man I was today. And the mere fact that my in-laws would burn the whole world for me was what made them family to me, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.
“Any distraction tends to get in the way of being an effective gangster.” — Terence Winter~THREE WEEK LATER~MELODY POVIt was nostalgic. Almost not disheartening now that I knew where it came from. Like back when I was young and everything was just going so smoothly. I woke up every day and lazed around the rest of the day like a headless, aimless chicken with nothing to do on my hand. Maybe I was so used to spilling blood that going on for three weeks straight without seeing red coating my hands was a sin in itself.But this one was boring as hell. Sure, it was better when I was younger and didn’t know what had happened when my fathers were all home. But now I did, and I kind of missed the thrill of the fight. With these thoughts coursing through my mind, I glanced at an empty space beside me on the bed, and then thought hard on it. The sun was already out, and it was dang late. But I had no fuckin’ plans. Sure, I could visit the coke plant and see how my people were doing, and
“Best way to not get your heart broken is to not have one.” ~ UNKNOWNMELODY POVWe slipped through the security, and one of the guards (whatever his name was) took us up to the VIP booth on the second floor. “The Eagle is one of the most… he is not our usual client. So we thought we could take him up to the VIP.” He explained, stopping outside the booth that was covered with a violet curtain. “Is it true he is unarmed?” I asked with knitted brows, and the man nodded. “He didn’t bring any of his dogs?” Jord chimed in, and I looked at him before shifting my questioning gaze at the gaze. “He just showed up. No underman, nothing.” The man explained with a puzzled shrug, and my gaze collided with Jord’s.“Sounds fishy.” He said the exact thing I said when Douglass laid the news to me. “Okay, bud. Keep out on the lookout for things. And if you see anything out of place, kill it. No second thought or hesitation.” That came from Jordan, and if I wasn’t as puzzled as I was, I would have
"Blood makes you related, and loyalty makes you family.” ~ UNKNOWNMELODY POV“The Eagle is here.” The words caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on attention. My expression morphed from one of softness to stone cold in a fraction of a second, and I heard a small whistle coming from the other side of the terrace where Emily stood. I gave her a stink eye before getting up from where I was perched, then walked away without much of a word.“What the hell is Valero doing here? Is he armed?” I asked when I was out of ear shorts, already racing down the stairs to put on different clothes. I didn’t approach situations like those clad in jeans and a sweater. “That’s the exciting part. He is alone. He didn’t bring anyone with him and he is unarmed.” He revealed, and my confusion spiked through the roof. “Where are you? Is he with you?” I got into my bedroom before heading straight for my closet, then rummaged through my collection of leather pants because truth be told; nothing
"A guy told me one time… don’t let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner.” ~ Neil McCauleyMELODY POVThe touch came in innocent; like the feel of a light feather when it ghosted against the skin. My mind exploded under the two stimulants of the hot, soft tuch and the thickness and richness of the hot chocolate, causing heat to flood to every single part of my body. Every cell in my body buzzed with alertness when Jordan’s strong arms trapped me against the kitchen island. It was 8 in the morning, and he had to have left for work already. Sometimes I liked to picture us living in the classic French house with a white picket fence and annoying shit machines running around the house and wreaking havoc in nothing but diapers. It was safer to have a little bit of reality escape, especially when it was free to think. “What are you thinking of?” He drawled, his fingers caressing my barely dressed self
“I don’t like violence, Tom. I’m a businessman. Blood is a big expense.” ~ SollozzoJORDAN POVThe evening was pleasant, with the fresh scent of a live city and blinding lights. Few clouds hung from the sky staring down at the world like they were watchers of humanity. The air was dense, and humidity painted small vapor droplets on the windows. Everything was pleasant, everything but the LA night traffic which was a colossal pain in the ass, and every second we wasted traipsing in a convoy made me want to lose my mind.. Melody's presence was a heavy entity dominating my resolutions by my side, and her thoughts were so fuckin' loud I couldn't focus on anything but everything that turmoiled in her mind. And to think we ditched our own party and ran behind some retarded folk gangster to save the damsel in distress still sounded so crazy to me. But in all honesty, I would do it all over again if my time with my woman was guaranteed. I mean, what can I say? Mel always had that effect on m
"Do not fear death. Death is just a reformation of something even more magnificent. Death is where it all starts, death; it’s not the end.’~ UNKNOWNJORDAN POVAs though it was waiting to be opened, the first thing to flash across the screen was a blurred video that seemed to play on a broken loop. A few seconds in, everything cleared, revealing a very familiar, sweet, and feminine voice. The voice belonged to none but Emee, and that spiked my interest in knowing what exactly was in the device she gave us.Probably because I was still in wonder. Wondering how the hell someone like Emee, someone so kind and loving ended up licking the ass of someone as horrible as Peter. None of this made sense. Grandpops... He used to be... he was so different. He was a man. A father. Or maybe everything I saw through the eyes of a small boy was just a facade, and everything I saw was him trying to butter me up and suck me into his lair. Just that my father refused to give him that chance. And Emee
"I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.” ~ Frank CostelloEMILY POVLike a ray of sun piercing through the darkest clouds of a bitter storm, her presence alone was the resemblance of the sweet taste of redemption. For over twenty years now, I have been living as a hollow of a woman I once was. I saw myself changing in front of my eyes, from a loving, caring human into this shell of a human that cared less about… anything. My soul was so empty, my heart so drained. I lived every day like it was my last on earth, having no hope of seeing tomorrow or even the thirst of dreaming about the future. Everything was here, yet so out of reach. I had everything a woman my age could think of. Everything money could buy. But happiness? Freedom? Those were the two things that millions in my bank account failed to give me. Of course, on my most blue days, I drowned my sorrows in a bottle of the world's most expensive alcohol, but that was just
" “The loudest one in the room is the weakest one in the room.” — Frank LucasJORDAN POVI didn’t realize the restlessness that ghosted under my skin until I tried to sit down and calm the fuck down while trying by all means not to murder my grandad who stood in front of me like a pompous dick he was. I watched with obsidian as my wife skitted across the room towards the wine cabinet, then poured some good whiskey in the four flutes before returning with a tray. Always a good hostess she was!‘’A drink?” She stood in front of me and bent down to place the tray, sounding as though she was making an offer while I knew damn well in my heart and my soul that she would blow the fucker’s brains out if they tried to turn down her whiskey offer. Nothing got in the way of whiskey to Mel. And I just loved her for that. Emily jumped up and took a glass, passed it to Peter who leaned in to place and caught her by her nape before devouring her face in a sloppy wet kiss that had me gagging eve