“Real G’s don't make a lot of noise; they just take care of business.” ~ UNKNOWNCHAPTER 90MELODY POV“I know you are awake.” A deep voice sounded not far from where I lay sprawled on the bed not far from the round meeting table in the private cubicle of the jet. I blinked twice, my body rigid on the bed and unmoving. The rustling sound followed before the bed dipped under the heavyweight, and I swallowed down the rising emotions before locking out everything that threatened to choke me. “Mel?” Dante intoned in a much gentler tone while placing a giant hand on my hip and giving my body a small shake. “What?” I snapped getting up into a sitting position before slapping his hand off me and then glaring daggers at him. It was in the dead of the night, and we were snoring above the clouds with the moon casting warm glows through the purple shades. As dark as it was, I could still make out the wolf tattoo that stretched on his chest right from his sternum down to his bottom ribs. It w
"A wise man once said.......... Nothing!" ~ UNKNOWNMELODY POV,Chaos!That was one word I could use to describe the situation in Helsinki. Nothing but chaos. The bombing took the biggest toll on our numbers in terms of... well? Everything! Yeah sure, the cars were the much simpler thing to recover, and we would have replaced the stock with some new things sooner if it weren't for Leonardo fucking us up from behind.But one thing we couldn't replace no matter how much money we threw at it was the lost lives. Those men and women who died in the explosion were family. And money doesn't buy you that kind of loyalty we found in them."Signora... It's good to see you" Laylah intoned as soon as I stepped out the back of the rented Hummer and onto the paved pathway that led to the entrance of the hotel."Laylah." I pulled her into a small hug before kissing her cheek lovingly, then started to walk towards the entrance."Your suite is ready. I had them bring up their best top 5 bottles to th
"As far as I can remember, I have always wanted to be a gangster." ~ RAY LIOTTAJORDAN POVThings were finally… I wouldn’t be brazen and say everything was on track to getting back to the way ey used to be. Some things were still so far from being back to normal, still so unacceptable and jarring whenever they crossed y mind. But in all honesty, things were no longer as they were the past few weeks. Ever since Mel left, and I found out about my stance in her life and that I am still a very much bigger part of her, things have been feeling a lot less heavy. And that was the best feeling of them all. It all felt like a breath of fresh air. And when I looked at Redeem, well, let’s say I was no longer consumed by the great amount of guilt that made me want to strangle myself and throw myself down the bridge of burning wires while looking at her little face. Her presence was slowly becoming a norm, and I was loving every single minute I spent being her dad. Something about the way she
"Be careful who you call your friends. I'd rather have four quarters than 100 pennies." ~ AL CAPONEJORDAN POV“And you are expecting us to believe all of that with any solid proof?" Lorenzo said mockingly while waving his hand around.“It could have been anyone. Literally anyone. And as much as your theory makes absolute sense, it’s all bullocks. He would never do any of that you said he did. Hell, he’s been hitting after Melody for his entire life. He would never do anything to hurt her.” Alexander added up with disdain, and the twins hummed their agreement. I ripped from my seat before undoing the button of my coat, then looked down at them for a minute longer while contemplating how I was going to show them everything I saw. “The very unfortunate thing about betrayal is that…” I paused to grab the remote from my desk and turned my back on them. “It never comes from your enemies or the people you hate the most,” I said while flicking the projector with a press of the button and wa
"There are three ways of doing things around here: the right way, the wrong way, and the way I do it."~ ROBERT DE NIROJORDAN POV“He looks....""A little too excited" Vernero finished the sentence for me when I couldn't find the right words to describe what I was seeing in front of me. We stood side by side watching as Xander lost his shit in front of the jets that were all fueled up and ready to fly us out of the States.After our little rodent decided to take his own life instead of giving us the info we wanted, we figured it was time we faced the whole thing head-on. Truth be told, we've been way too lenient with all the shit that's been going on that we gave fuckers some ideas that they could walk all over us without facing the consequences:And now it was payback time. What happened with Damir showed us how soft we have become and now it was time we rekindled that fear inside of them. "What's exciting about Moscow?" I spun on my heel to face my in-laws, and Enzo smirked knowing
“Sometimes I wonder if love is worth fighting for, and then I remembered your face and I'm ready for war.” ~ WIZ KHALIFAJORDAN POV. Legendary. Deadly. Godly Forbidding.Those were the only words that kicked in my mind when I first took in the sight of Moscow in all its unmatched glory. And I did understand what Enzo meant when he called it The Den.Fucking bright and welcoming during the day, Moscow sat right in the center of Moskov River, giving to the naked eye of a complacent world for many- old and young, rich and poor. It looked like a place where honey and milk reigned, a place where the scared could run to for help. But when the sun died and darkness claimed the land, it turned hauntingly formidable. The alleyways turned into the cradle of crime, and the cries for help could be heard from every corner on every street throughout the entire city. Because Moscow was the motherland of all the dark lords.And fuck, she was beautiful!We touched the ground right when the su
“There is no greater blessing than a family hand that lifts you from a fall; but there is no lower curse than a family hand that strikes you when you are down." ~ WES FESSLER MELODY POV The next hours crawled by at a snail's pace as I idly existed from moment to moment. The revelation alone and everything that has happened locked my mind in a trance of frigidness, and I didn't seem to understand what had happened and why the hell everything had happened.I groaned out loud, stirring in my not-so-comfortable and cramped position. My leg kicked something meaty and memories came flooding in my mind vigorously.~ FLASHBACKS~I felt the needles pricking every part of my skin as I sat down staring at Damir. And to think I used to know this man, used to trust him with everything that concerned my fathers and their legacy. Heck, I trusted Damir with my own life. Yes, I did have some different opinions about him, always questioning his way of dealing with things, and always butted heads with
"Do you see how you hurt me, baby? So I hurt you too. Then we both get so blue. I am on a lonely road, and I am travelling, looking for a key to set me free." ~ UNKNOWNMELODY POV With Jordan's muscled body pinning me against the bed, reality frizzled into smoke and fled out the window. Our skins glided against each other, wet and hot. The monsters inside each one of us synced perfectly with every thrust of his hips inside of me. My rapid breathing overshadowed his as desire took control of my body and mind. I felt him everywhere, on top of me; in front of me, above, behind me... Fuckin' everywhere. But the fullness of having him buried inside was unmatched. It was as though he was inside the air that I breathe, every single intake of breath was fused with his being and I just couldn't get enough. He was the flame, and I was the moth drawn to his spark no matter how badly it burned my wings. And I loved every single second of it."Mel...my wife..." he chanted in a hoarse voice befor
"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