“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.
"Ride or Die: you are always there for one another in the good and the bad." - UNKNOWNMELODY POVThe occurrences of today hit me like a whiplash, leaving in their shadow a kind of fog that could only be penetrated by Jordan’s heavy presence. I was so fuckin’ thankful that he showed up when he did because I was already cracking and grumbling into a heap of stones. He showed up just in time to stop the crack, but the damage was already done. Even though his mere stance was enough to melt the pain away, I could still feel the pain caused by the fissure in my soul. I was exhausted, mostly from crying my eyes red. And I had a splitting headache that was soon going to be the death of me if I didn't take care of it. And everything else had just been as overwhelming, and I was so out of it and so ready to spring back to my old life. I swear Blood and Brimstone was better than hormonal emotions and all the bitchinger drama!I stopped in front of Jordan’s door and eased a calming breath into
"There are many people who think I'm actually a gansgster or a mafiaso, largely because of Goodfella." Paul SorvinoJORDAN POVA loud scream jolted me out of bed. Panic settled on my tongue with a crashing weight when I took in the sight of the vacant space on the side of the bed, and I was out of the room flying down the hallways at a bolting speed. Thank God I was thoughtful enough to put on some pants.I rounded the corners only to be met by a vibrant commotion of people who were running just like me, wide-eyed and so unsettled... Their disturbed faces caused something to stir inside of me.“Melody… where is she?” The trepidation in my voice was real, so raw, and utterly noticeable. Instead of a verbal response, I was met with a sight that made me weak in the knees. All the air whooshed from out of me, and terror settled in my chest with a suffocating sensation that left me gasping hard for air. My lungs constricted painfully as hot air infested my insides. “God no…” I whispered b