“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
“I would move Heaven, Hell, and anything in-between to get to you” ~ Richard KuklinskiMELODY POVNailing Suzy was slowly becoming one task that was meant to piss the hell out of me. One day she was here, the next day she was not. I literally had to send men to rip her off the flight to Alabama to do God knows what. I mean what was so important that she had to fly across the country when I needed to have a word with her?My pregnant brain was convinced that somebody from my people tipped her off, and I was already researching ways to kill someone like a dog. Even dogs died a graceful death.My thoughts were disturbed by the sound of footfalls descending down the stairs, and I spun on my heel to find Jordan dwindling slowly down the stairs like he was a model posing for the camera. The black T-shirt jeans and combat boots just complemented everything."Took you long enough" I huffed turning and heading for the door."The trip was unplanned. I was...""Dolling yourself up for a fuckin'
“I would move Heaven, Hell, and anything in-between to get to you” ~ Richard KuklinskiJORDAN POV A BABY!Melody was pregnant, and it was my fucking child she was carrying.Who the hell was this girl and where the hell has she been all my life? I've literally searched all the earth for someone like her. Only for her to show up years later with my soul and shattered by the unfairness of this world, giving my heart to the wrong people. Only for it to be ripped out of my chest and shattered into pieces."Say something, please." I must have been stunned to silence because it was then I realized I had been staring at Melody's tear-stained face without even moving a muscle. Let alone muttering a single word. " I... The shot... I don't know how I missed the shot. It must have been... I think it was one month ago..." her blabbering faded into a loud echo of her voice. And my mind played three words she muttered on repeat.One Month ago!Goodness me!Where the hell were we and what were we d
"What do you mean, like do I carry a membership card that says 'Mafia' on it?" ~ Willie MorettiMELODY POVI was on my wit's end. Literally, the whole world was on some fuck with Melody mode, and I was slowly nearing the edge of snapping.For starters, my soon-to-be husband was formerly engaged to some harlot that didn't cherish him and his efforts, and that was fuckin' with my mind. Laylah mentioned that I wouldn't have been engaged to Jord if the bitch didn't fuck up with him, which was both half a truth and a lie. I would have found Jordan, alter the brakes of Star’s car, and send her flying down the bridge. See? Happily ever after.But still, I was mad. Mad enough that I sent Dante on an assignment to hunt for Star so that she never shows her ugly self in front of Jordan ever again. Call me reckless and see I give a fuck.Secondly, this whole pregnancy thing was slowly becoming a colossal pain in the ass. I was well in my first trimester, and I wasn't prepared for anything that
"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