Chapter 11

"You're right, I did all those things to you but, all I'm trying to do is protect you!" I screamed.

Melody looked at me puzzled. I'm even a little puzzled by my words. Protect her? Protect her from what? She was fine at her house, she hadn't had the best life. So, truly, what am I protecting her from?

"Protect me? The one thing I really need protection from right now is you! You have no right to say that to me. You're the reason I need protection in the first place!" Melody shouted.

"That's what I said, yes you're right you do need to be protected from me. But you have no idea what kind of world you now live in, Melody! Mafias..." I started.

"I do now! Oh, thanks for that, by the way! I was perfectly fine living my life not knowing what was happening around me with my parents and things going on in my house! I didn't ask for any of this, Liam. Not only that, but I don't want anything to do with this lifestyle. And now, thanks to you, I am!"

"I know that Melody..."

"Do you know Liam?"

"I wasn't done talking, Melody," I shouted. Everyone hates being cut off, especially if you're in a mafia, and you have to run one. Patience is something I can't afford to have.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was speaking with royalty." Melody stated doing a slight bow, "I'm done with this conversation, I told you I'm not telling you anything, so leave me alone." She walked away from me and walked into the bathroom, locking herself inside.

I also didn't like being talked to like this. I certainly don't like people thinking that the conversation is over just because they walk off. That's not how a conversation finishes. Not in my book.

I walked quickly over to the bathroom and banged on the door.

"Melody, open the damn door," I ordered.

"Leave me the hell alone, Liam. I may be stuck in this house until you have no use for me but, I am not your property or one of your henchmen."

"If you do not open this door, I will knock it down myself."

She unlocked the door and gave me a slight glare, "listen to me carefully, Liam." Melody said, "you threatened my best friend's life, whom I may never see again. Before that, you threatened my family and killed Mack, and probably countless others. So let me be perfectly clear with you, I'm not telling you anything and if you want information from me, you're going to have to torture it out of me. And as we both know, I can take it."

"How would I know?" I stupidly asked. I knew how I know. There's no way she knows how I know.

"You found out every little detail of the layout of my house, found out where Thea lives. So, I'm sure you researched every little detail of my life, and that includes my past. Why ask me questions you already have the answers to? It's quite ridiculous.”

"Things are missing the day he died. In a car crash. It says that he was driving and ran into a tree, but the car itself was upside-down and nowhere near any trees. And they say that the car was hit by another car, but no other car was said to be on the scene. So tell me Melody what happened." I asked.

"I..." Melody stopped, looking confused at what I had just said. I can tell she was trying to put pieces together in her mind.

"You don't remember, do you?" I asked.

She looked up at me, "no." That was all Melody could manage to say.

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"You don't remember, do you?" Liam asked. I looked up at him and can tell he was trying to hold back a smirk. It's not working.

"No," I mumbled.

Liam didn't push the matter further. He knows about my past, and now I need to know what happened that day.

At one point I'd managed to disconnect the camera and got the door unlocked and snuck out but got caught quickly, and they'd brought me to Liam's office.

I walked in, and he seemed to be doing a lot of work. I tried turning around but fell backward running into the bodyguard. He quickly walked right next to the door and I just sat there. Well, not long, though. The floor isn't very comfortable.

Liam was ignoring me, and it was far too quiet. I decided to sit down in one of the chairs that sat across from his desk. And holy cow these chairs felt super comfortable, more comfortable than the floor. I glanced and saw a picture of a younger him and two adults. Most likely his parents. It read underneath James, Sarah, and Liam King.

"We had an agreement. You stayed here, and I won't harm anyone you know. Why risk it?" Liam asked. He was now looking at me. I could tell he was upset. He nodded toward the guys who'd brought me here, and they both left, leaving only him and me.

"I want to know what happened that day...yes, I don't remember anything but the bits and pieces that I do have, don't make sense to me." I blurted out.

He got out of his chair and came and kneeled in front of me like I was a child.

"I'll take care of it."

He stood up and went towards the door and opened it. I quickly got up and went towards him. He tried ushering me out. Hint tried. I slammed the door and looked at Liam and could tell I had just angered him further.

"Listen, pal, I get it, you have a whole mafia to help you with whatever you want," I stated. All Liam did was nod in agreement, "here's the thing, the things you told me about the car didn't completely make sense until later."

Liam leaned up against the door, "and what would that be?"

"I will tell you if you do one favor for me. Think of it as a trade."

"What do you want?"

"Well, the clothes you have aren't even my size and some of them look like kid's clothes."

"The outfit you have on seems fine." Liam nodded at my outfit. A smile smirk crossed his face.

Oh, crap. I was still in the stupid cute PJ outfit.

"Fine, I'll figure out something else on my own," I said. I hoped he'd be curious enough to see what I had to say. As I put my hand on the doorknob when I felt his hand on top of mine.

"Deal. What is it?"

Hook, line, and sinker.