"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
"Be careful who you call friends. I would rather have four quarters than 100 pennies." - AL CAPONEJORDAN POVTwo hours. That’s how long it took for Francois to finally emerge from the white closed doors with a stern look on his face. “Is she alright? What happened to her?” I was out of my seat and in front of him, clutching the lapels of his coat and waiting for a response. If he didn't give me the answer I wanted, I was going to beat the shit out of him. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to know, because not knowing was fucking killing me. Right now I was left with even more questions than I had before reviewing the security footage.From everything I gathered, there was no one aside from Mel who was up and about during that time. And as though things couldn't be more confusing, the camera facing the stairs was out of service. And no one even bothered to report it to the butler.The whole thing didn't seem to be so simple, and it made me feel even more enraged than I have ever
"a true gangster can smell out a person's strengths and weaknesses in a matter of minutes, but what they can smell most of all, what their bodies are most attuned to, is the scent of fear." - LORENZO CARCATERRAJORDAN POV The city of Los Angeles was utterly washed out. You would swear it was during the peak of the apocalypse and everyone was in the safety of their cradle, hiding from the cruelty of the world while it was merely amidst fall. A few people loitered the streets, and a few cars honked and whooshed softly. My thoughts were scattered all over, but among all things that stayed cold and raw in my mind was the look on Melody’s face when we all received the news. I was hurt… Shattered is the perfect word for it because right now, it felt like I was a mere ghost of what I used to be. But that thought alone was enough to suck all the ounce of strength left inside of me. We just lost a baby. As if we were not going through enough shit with Star’s sudden appearance that cracked
"Maybe I can't stop the downpour, but I will always be by your side in the rain." - UNKNOWNMELODY POVResentment and agitation warred in my mind as I approached the vast structure laying before me. One foot in front of the other, I pushed my knees higher kicking the hew with my feet as I forced my beaten-up body to race to the house. My heart thumped with vigor, my muscles screamed for mercy, and my sore body cried out from the torture. But I was far from stopping. I couldn’t stop because my mind would not fuckin’ allow it. I cast a small gaze to the sky where the sun painted a lovely gray shade across the oblivion, dancing behind the horizon with the full promise of the new day.Thoughts bombard my mind, urging my muscles to push harder. I panted violently, as the house grew closer and closer until I was running on the paved pathway that led to the back entrance. I pushed the door and busted inside. Sweat dripped from my back, and my breathing grew even more ragged. I glanced at my
"You give them too much. They forget having your time is a privilege." - UNKNOWNJORDAN POVI was smashed,Okay. Maybe the right word for it is buzzed. I was drunk, but not to the point where I couldn't even feel because right now, I could still feel the dull ache that has been inside my chest since yesterday. And I fuckin' craved to be intoxicated. Just for tonight so I could momentarily forget how much it hurts. I mean that was the whole point, right? To forget. Even if it is just for a second."Okay, man. That's enough" Douglass aka Prince of hell ripped a glass of cognac from my hand before sitting beside me. I couldn't fight him. On any other given day. I would have shown him flames for even thinking about bossing me around. I was no longer the Jordan from before.But not tonight. Not now.Right now, I needed a shoulder to rest my head on. A friend. And Douglass was the closest thing I had to a friend right fuckin' now."This sucks man," he said after taking a good swig of his be