"You can get a lot further with a smile and a gun than you can with just a smile." - Al Capone.JORDAN POV“Is there anything else?" I asked staring out the screened window of the jet as it soared up above the clouds. The moon was brighter than it was on Earth, and the world above the dense clouds was peaceful. “Not in the moment. But I called Ciello and told him to be on the lookout for things. I will inform you and Signora when we get something. "thick Italian accent dripped down to the speaker of my phone."Send out the emergencies only I don't want any trouble on my honeymoon." I barked, and a soft grunt filled the phone. Besides, I wanted my pregnant wife to have a rest, far away from all the trouble and killing. Call me a dick, but my Mel deserved a break. “Yes, signor.” “And monitor Valero and his minions. We killed his favorite niece and threatened him. He's bound to retaliate soon." I commanded. I wouldn't be surprised if he was already finding ways to overthrow us. Unluck
"Some people are not loyal to you, they are loyal to their need of you. Once their needs change, so does their loyalty." -UNKNOWNMELODY POVIt was 5 in the morning when we landed in New York. Our ride was already waiting for us upon arrival, and Logan hit the road to Manhattan. We arrived at the villa when the clock hit 6, and the Sun was about to come out of the horizon and bathe the earth with its glory. “How many men are here?" Jordan asked nodding to the six guards dressed in black and patrolling in front of the house, all of them armed."I don't know really. It was Leigh who up the whole thing." It was only yesterday when I knew we were going on a honeymoon. I knew nothing about the security and everything. Again, I was new to this place and was not familiar with the amplitude of things, and the only thing I could think of place was that it was gobsmacking. I only saw it on the papers after purchasing it for Jordan and never really had time to visit. Mafia life robbed me of all
"I am too grown up to worry about who likes me and dislikes me... Bills gotta. E paid, and I have grown-up shit to do. If you love me, I love you. If you support me, I support you. If you hate me, then fuck you. Life goes on, with or without you." - UNKNOWNMELODY POV The sun had long set when we finally left the bedroom. I was all sore in all the right places, and my body was covered in red angry hickeys from head to toe. Even though Jordan scrubbed me clean under the spraying waters before fuckin’ me all over again against the wet shower wall, I could still catch a whiff of our lovemaking in the air, probably because I was walking in nothing but his dress shirt. I padded down the stairs and rounded the corners into the dining room. Jordan was sitting at the head of the table, with my plate fixed on his right. The setting was probably Laylah’s idea, because if it were the maids in this house, then they would put my seat at the other end of the table which was one thing I could nev
"Somebody messes with me, I'm gonna mess with him." - AL CAPOJORDAN POVThe first ray of the sun had just streaked across the room when I was woken up by a hot, wet sensation. It all felt like an erotic dream, like I was in the middle of desire land. That was until my stomach dropped into a hollow pit did I know I was not dreaming. With my eyes still closed, I pushed my hands into the blankets and buried them into a head full of thick curls. An animalistic growl ripped out of my throat when Melody glided her wet tongue up my shaft, then licked the slippery head with the tip of her tongue in lazy circles. Beads of sweat erupted from every part of the skin. I sighed contentedly. I could really get used to being woken up like this."Rise and shine sleepy head." Melody drawled from my groin, and another complacent sigh escaped my lips. If this was what married men woke up to every single day. Then I'm glad I didn’t get cold feet."Why, good morning!" my hands tightened in Melody's thick
"The loudest one in the room is the weakest one in the room." - Frank LucasMELODY POV"I wouldn't have done that if I were you." Fury was a thick consistency of molten lava coating my veins as I hissed the words. I was fuming... Matter of fact, fuming was not even on the threshold to describe what I was feeling. It was not even close. I was stuck on the cross between the pain that pierced right in my heart and wanting to find Caius and ripping him into shreds before feeding his remains to his excuse of a son. I have never felt such a strong urge to destroy in all my life, to the point where I was trembling. I raised my hand and eyed it, it was shaking, badly, and it couldn't fuckin stop. "I told you, little girl: leave this game because it is not for the faint-hearted. But you didn't listen." The old part rattled in my phone, and I fought the crippling urge to throw the phone into the water and scream. It was his head that was supposed to go down and feed the sharks. Not my phone. A
"Old Americana vintage gangster stuff has a fantastical feel; it feels less dirty in a way. It feels like the opera of crime." - Shia LaBeoufJORDAN POV“You destroyed my underwear, again." Melody hissed lowly and dangerously as she slipped into a black silk robe that had a nice lace fabric on the marring her entire back. Her whole rear and ass were out on display, and I found myself thinking of rewarding the designer who came up with such an idea. Thanks to him, I could admire my wife's naked butt even though she put something to cover her body. Or maybe that was the whole idea; a litter of tease while covering most of the goodies. But the fact remained, I loved my wife's ass. Even when she had something on. I just couldn't help but want to give it a little tug. A little squeeze. "How about you don't wear any? They are a bloody obstacle if you ask me." I rasped from where I was sprawled on the bed, naked with nothing but the thin blanket covering my junk and a tiny part of my whole
"I was taught to shoot a messenger too. Somebody playing both sides of the fence is more dangerous than your enemy." Unknown MELODY POVHe was hiding something.And I was inches away from killing him.“Signora, we will be landing in California soon." Laylah informed in a low cautious voice before picking up a tray of my discarded utensils."Should I get you anything else?" upon her question, my eyes flitted to the seat on the other side of the jet, and my default response - which was, in case you were wondering, "bring me my .04,"- almost dripped off my tongue like honey. I eased a tensed breath out of my lungs and glanced back at Laylah,"A cup of hot water, please." something flashed in her eyes, something like fear. Raw and unbidden and some sensational pang settled in my chest. I smiled."I am not going to throw a cup of hot water at Jordan. If need be, I would prefer dunking his head in a pot of boiling oil. So stop worrying your pretty head and give me hot water to soothe the
“You need more than guts to be a good gangster. You need ideas.”-UNKNOWN.Jordan POV~FLASHBACK~"Star is here." The voice sounded like it came from a distance even though it was right here in the small device held close to my ear. My mouth dried up in an instant, and I glared down at a lean weight crushing on me. Melody dozed off in just a heartbeat.Uneasiness trickled to the base of my spine before landing with an overwhelming weight."Jordan?" Mom called out in a weary tone. I searched for my voice and gulped."Still here," I said shuffling to get Melody off me and set her down on the recliner without waking her up. She stirred softly before mumbling something in her sleep. My ears could only make out the words "Little Jord." and an affectionate smile touched my lips. I pulled the covers up her lean body and walked off to a good distance, then stared back at my wife who was sleeping peacefully, utterly oblivious to the horror I just heard. A shudder rolled down my spine."What the