“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
"When a man's stomach is full, it makes no difference whether he is rich or poor." - Euripides.JORDAN POV"I know what you want. But you came to the wrong person. Carlos died, many thanks to you!" Suzy disregarded me with a tiny shrug of indifference, and my blood hummed on low hum. Mel stirred on my lap, and a warm consciousness of awareness massaged the side of my face, a signal that she was watching me slowly."What is it that we want, Mrs. Delgado?" My head tilted to the side, and craned lower, giving her my full attention. She shifted under my watchful gaze and stared to the side."You want to know about the ring. And please stop calling Mrs. Delgado. I am Nina Lyn." she countered, and a low growl rumbled in my chest. Unlike my girl, I had the patience to toy with my prey- our prey. And that was something my woman wasn't capable of. That word alone wasn't cut out for her, and if she was the one steering ship, I'm afraid Suzy would be lying in a pool of hot red blood. Her indiffe
"Some people die at 25 and aren't buried until 75." - Benjamin FranklinMelody POVThere was more to the story than everything Suzy told us...But fuck! The woman was already pitiful enough and I just couldn't bring myself to make her life even more miserable. All I had to do was to keep watch of her and make sure that Valero doesn't sink his claws into her and turn her into a venomous snake he was.Women like her were a fusion of both naive and world-weary. The amount of damage they were capable of was close to jarring. And letting her wander the world freely and without a leash around her neck would be a colossal mistake. One thing I couldn't afford, especially right now!"Signora..." Dante and Douglass came rushing to me when we exited the house. I halted in my steps and glared at them, a stone-cold expression sitting like a mask on my face."May you kindly reconsider your decision of sending us away?" It was Dante who broke the ice, only because he had balls big and hard enough to
“Mafia! What is that? A kind of cheese?” ~ Gerlando AlbertiJordan POVIt was growing. This feeling in my chest whenever I thought about her...It was this amazing sensation that bloomed inside of me whenever the corners of her eyes wrinkled with laughter, the sense of pride and satisfaction that swelled in my chest when watching her doing what she did best... The unmistakable clenching of my heart whenever I saw her cry. It was this intense crippling need to protect her at all costs: especially with my baby growing inside of her.Day by day, I was growing more infatuated with Melody Cattanio than I ever thought I will be. And all I could think about was becoming a man worthy of her. I never thought I'd ever find somebody who made me feel everything the way Melody did. It was no longer the Stockholm syndrome, it was something I dreaded the most but was all ready to bathe her with it altogether.Even now, watching her lay on the table with the pink hospital gown while chewing merciles
"I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men" -EURIPIDES JORDAN POV"Although the number of clients reduced due to the saga in Chicago, we can see that our sales increased by 30%. We were able to dispatch 30 trucks across the country, earning us..."A soft ping disrupted my focus on the speaker who was presenting the sales report. I stealthily fished my phone out of my pocket, Ben smiled when I saw the small message icon with hearts on it.'I feel like eating something sweet and sour.'The message read. My smile grew impossibly larger as I typed furiously and did not back a quick response.'Dinner date after work?'I placed the phone flat on the table and reattempted to focus on whatever was being said. Soon enough the ping went off again!'I want us to finish that silly show you faced on me.'My smile became too hard to conceal so I cleared my throat, earning myself the attention of others who sat around the table."Is there a problem, sir?" Reb
“Most men I know pissed away their fortunes. I’m the only one I know, that made a fortune pissin'” ~ Frank CostelloMELODY POV “Took you long enough. Were you dolling yourself up?'' I leered watching Jordan descend down the stairs in majestic steps, clad in a black tux that made him look like a sex god. His jet-black hair was jelled on the sides of his head, and I could smell him from where I stood in a red gown with a slit that ran up my thigh to the lean of my waist."It would be highly immoral to walk into a room full of American elites with bedroom hair and reeking like sex." he sneered with a tiny smirk, and my stomach dropped into a pit. A tiny smile threatened to place itself on my lips, so I hid it with a slight roll of my eyes."That is so rich coming from you" The same person who made me wear his cum inside this red gown with no panties on was the same one who talked about morals.I fished my phone out of my clutch and dialed Dante before putting him on loudspeaker. He answ
"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