"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
“Also, gasping is for damsels, and I'm a gangster.” - UNKNOWNMELODY POVI have taken countless lives and never shed even a single tear.I have lied; I have deceived...Life went on and I knew how to care, I learned how to love.Right now, I was sure at the point where I knew the feeling of every emotion. I knew how grief tasted like, I knew the feeling of vigorous excitement and how much it made my heart full.I fuckin knew everything...But this? This one fucking hurts and I didn't even know what it was fucking called. it felt like a thick hot rod was wedged right through my solid chest and my beating heart and it was fuckin' painful.I flee out of Jordan's room with a gigantic solid lump forming in my throat, and something heavy settling in the cavity of my chest. My vision blurred, and I walked right into my door, slamming my front against it. I pushed it open with all my night, but it didn't budge."Just fucking open." I slammed my fist into the wooden door, hard enough to leav
“Didn't they tell you I was savage?” - UNKNOWNMelody POVThe morning arrived, and I woke up hating myself and everything next to me. I wanted to be up and about first thing in the morning but the whole universe was on some piss the hell out of Melody mode. Firstly, I was painfully nauseated and the first thing I did when I hopped off the bed was worship the god of porcelain and throw everything up. And when I thought I have been through it all, I had a splitting headache that made me feel like I had a tiny little heart that was about to explode in my head. My eyes were painfully puffy, bloodshot, and my throat was so fuckin' sore I could barely pass a word without flinching. To sum it all up, I was not my best self, and the thought of facing Star Bitchingar while looking like I just woke up from the trash side didn’t bode well with me. Thank fuck for my loyal people. Layla prepared me an ice bath and called the masseur who kneaded and molded my body to plumpness. I was highly pis
“Keep your friends close but your enemies closer.” – Michael CorleoneJORDAN POVI hated it. The look on her face… the pain so raw and evident on her face. I hated knowing that I am the one who put that look on her very beautiful face, I hated that she was shutting me out and making me struggle into putting the smile back on her face. I hated the fact that she chose her mother’s arms to cry on instead of running to me and hiding from the pain in my arms.But what can I say when I was the one who dumped the whole shit onto her lap. Hot and steaming. The thought alone summoned great hopelessness that clung onto my tongue whenever I looked at her, and I fuckin’ hated it. As though it couldn’t get any worse, Melody pulled her hand from my hold as soon as we were out of sight and earshot, then took a step backward, away from me. She went ahead by bundling her hands around herself, shielding herself from the bitterness of the situation. From me! “You came home early.“ she pointed out, a
“The lawyer with the briefcase can steal more money than the man with the gun.” – Mario PuzoMELODY POVThe door burst open and in came Jordan with eyes snapped wide. His whole body searched for me before finding my seated form from across the room, and he visibly relaxed. Satar who was laid sprawled on the bed and chained down by Douglass screamed at his arrival, demanding his attention with all she had. Jordan barely looked at her as he crossed the room and came to stand by me, then pulled me out of my seat and kissed me. Hard. A tiny grunt came from the other side of the room as he pulled from me, then settled in the seat and pulled me onto his lap. My snuggly Baby always made sure there was physical contact.“Sorry, I’m late.” He intoned rubbing my small bump. I would be a lying ball sack if I said Star's bump didn't rub me the wrong way It fuckin' did. And as much as I hated the idea of growing THAT LARGE, I swear I wished her bump was mine in other given moments. “It’s okay. Yo
"Someone told me one time... don't let yourself get too attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner." Neil McCauleyJORDAN POV Three days of waiting. Three long days of sitting on the edge of my seat and they all fuckin’ felt like an eternity.I was at my wit’s end with everything that has been happening recently but was so fuckin’ grateful that I had my wife back. God knows I couldn’t even function well without her. The night preceding the test day, we continued with our date plans and had a nice sushi at a downtown restaurant before strolling by the river, hand in hand,The following night, we decided to be kids and eat ice cream by the stalls in the middle of the night. I never thought something so simple could have such a meaning in my heart. I got to watch as Melody let loose and became something that she never allowed herself to be. She had been so free, so easy going and so beautiful that I still remember t
"Some say life is a game, that means love is a casino." - KEVIN GATESMELODY POVQuestions! Lots of fuckin’ questions and zero answers. And I hated it. I wanted all hands on deck, but mom and dads decided it was a good time to cruise the pacific ocean right at this moment... and I could really use some serious whiskey right now. Fuck the pregnancy. “LAYLAH…” I screamed at the top of my lungs while focussing on the screen in front of me, and instead of Laylah, some redhead came spilling into my office wide-eyed. I clutched my head before banging my fist onto the table with great indignation. Laylah was in Helsinki. “You called, Signora…” She said with a tiny bow, and I forced a smile on my face. “Can I have a cup of coffee please?” I asked, and she looked puzzled before squaring her shoulders and standing up right.“You want it with cream or plain black?” Goodness, gracious? Was this bitch new here?She froze when she read the expression on my face, so I smoothed it by smiling.
"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