"It takes many stepping stones you know, for a man to rise. None can do it unaided” ~ Joe BonannoMELODY POV -My mind ran amok with a thousand thoughts.One of them being everything that Jordan said to me last night. A part of me knew I have been quite unfair to him, wanting to rope him down and not letting him spread his wings fully while he was meant to fly high with the eagles. But in my defense, I was used to shouldering my own shit that it felt unreal to have someone who was willing to carry the whole burden with me. It has always been Melody against the world. Yes, I had three baddest fathers and an army of men who'd lay their lives on the line for me, but the responsibility that came with governing that army and protecting it was a deadly weight on my shoulders.And if we were to be quite honest, we'd come to the conclusion that my guy wasn't quite ripe for the life he had to live with me. Yes, he was there, but not fully there with the savage dogs I had at my beck and call.M
"Judges, lawyers and politicians have a license to steal. We don’t need one.” ~ Carlo GambinoMELODY POV"The cars are waiting, signora," Douglass informed peeking through the open door of the jet.I broke up the kiss and pulled off Jordan's lips before staring at the convoy of black Cadillacs parked outside the jet. There had to be 13 of them, and we were just transferring a renowned trafficker from the airport to our torture chamber. One would have thought we are picking Queen Elizabeth from the grave."Get rid of the convoy, Douglass, this is not the pope's parade," I yelled back before smacking my lips on Jordan again. He chuckled in my mouth and ran his big hands down the length of my back."And get us something white... and small," I called out again, and a confused sound came from behind me."I am taking Jord with me. The rest of you can go to the manor." I clarified because I hated to be disturbed the most. And he's done a fair share of that since stepping foot in here. Sadly
"This life of ours, this is a wonderful life. If you can get through life like this and get away with it, hey, that’s great. But its very, very unpredictable. There’s so many ways you can screw it up.” ~ Paul CastellanoJORDAN POVMy knuckles were slowly turning white against the steering wheel. The road was pleasant beneath the tires, and I could feel a narrow sheen of sweat trailing down the length of my spine unhurriedly,To the mirror and back to the road, my eyes shifted constantly as I tried to gain the upper hand in the situation. Thoughts like why did we have to be chased today tried to clog my mind but I refused to dwell on them.If I was going to wife Melody and be the man worthy of her, then I was going to fix today.My head spun and my eyes found her. This time, she had one leg propped on the seat while her eyes remained glued to the reflection in the mirror. Her calmness was almost jarring. Like the calm before the raging storm. I saw Alexander in her, the calm she exuded
“Never open your mouth, unless you’re in the dentist chair” ~ Sammy “The Bull” GravanoJORDAN POVSome things are just so wrong. From start to finish, the idea of their existence is a simple absurdity. Like the things, my sister was telling me.Right now, the Rothschilds and Cattanio - Alderman were the classic English and French grotesque. Frenemies if you want to call them. The Cattanio - Alderman took the better half of the deal and my people got the shit end of the stick. That was just life right now."Honestly, Yel. That is one thing that can send them raging. I don't even want to think of what would happen if I ran." I said into the phone, pacing the length of my vast bedroom.Assuming I made it out of the manor without ticking off Dante who had the eyes of the hawk, or his Dobermans and Great Danes, just where would I run off to?Last time I checked, Melody and her fathers practically owned the United States, if not the rest of the world. They would find me, and only God knows
“We don’t break our captains. We kill them.” ~ Vincent GiganteJORDAN POV“Your fiancée is a little…” Quin paused abruptly as we stared from the terrace at Melody who was laughing happily with the ladies of some ridiculous charity that Leigh joined. A part of me wanted to jump from the window to save those poor souls because my fiancée was not a saint who saved puppies from hellfire in her free time. She hated people, especially those who touched her, and those who thought they knew her.The beautiful, kind woman with the smile that could warm up the New York cold was an illusion. And millions of people fell for it.But fuck, I couldn't help but smile on my own looking at her.Dressed in a purple gown, with a slit that cut from her upper thigh to the hem of the dress that pooled around her feet, she looked like something I have never seen before. The diamonds clad on her neck, ears, and hand were like a jewel on the crown. Beautiful and utterly pleasing to the eye, but deadly if you m
" One murder makes a villain, millions a hero. Numbers sanctify, my good fellow." - Monsieur VerdouxMELODY POV"You better not rip my new dress." I hissed low and dangerously, fighting the moan that clawed the back of my throat with tiny tingles. "I have done it before, I can do it again." Jordan - who was all in about defying every word I said- countered, running his hot, wet tongue on my naked neck. A shiver rolled down my spine as he thrust his knee up my naked sex."Don't cross me, dear fiancée." our little bickering seemed to add to the inferno that soared between us. As always, I had to push his buttons, and he would accept the challenge wrapped in grace and morph it into the sweetest form of discipline. That always got me."Oh, what is it you are going to do?" he pulled back just in time to look at me with lust-filled eyes."You forgot this house is top-notch in finest weaponry. And sadly, you didn't hide knives and guns." I said with a moan, my hips rotating and my sex grind
"I am an American citizen, first class. I don’t have a badge that makes me an official good guy like you, but I work just as honest for a living." ~ Lucky LucianoMELODY POV “Thousands of Americans keep on gathering outside La Querida compound, the current home of the former president Ronald Thornton, after pictures of the former First Lady, Susan Thornton were leaked to the press media. In the pictures, it is shown that the former first lady was allegedly in contact with one of the members of the trafficker's ring, supporting the trafficking and funding its operations. The ring was recently dismantled by the current president of the United States, Thomas Rothschild, and has given grants and relief to the victims of the ring with the help of the Cattanio - Alderman family and Women of Glendale. The former First Lady thus far refused to engage with any kind of press, which angered Americans. Her silence only fueled the enraged citizens, causing their behavior to... ""Do you want me t
"There are four kinds of homicide: felonious, excusable, justifiable,, and praiseworthy." ~ Ambrose Bierce.JORDAN POV It was around 8 in the evening when the car rolled into the estate. The side of my head throbbed with a dull ache, and the front was just too hot to think. I was in need of a shower, and sleep, nothing else.I pulled up in front of the house and hopped off, leaving the door open and the engine running for one of the guards to take it to the parking lot.I counted my steps as I marched towards the house and threw myself in, only to halt abruptly at the sight of Alexander, Vernero, Leigh-Ari, and Lorenzo. The four of them all wore the same expressions. It was bad enough to walk in on your in-laws mid serious discussion.But it was a catastrophe when all of them were confused and worried.A sliver of uncertainly rolled down my spine as the sound of my shoes against the granite floor made my presence known. The four of them turned to look at me“Jord...” Leigh-Ari tore o