Chapter 46

"Judges, lawyers and politicians have a license to steal. We don’t need one.” ~ Carlo Gambino

MELODY 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