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by J. J. McAvoy


  “Ugh, seriously!” Declan snapped when he walked in, causing Chuck’s eyes to pop open.

  His eyes narrowed in on Declan, but he didn’t stop thrusting into the girl’s mouth…poor girl. How he could find his penis with all that fat rolling off of him, was beyond me. And when he came, he looked like a dying boar. He grunted before grinning and pulling out of her mouth.

  “What the hell do you want, Callahan? Ran through all the drugs I sold you already? You people adding it to your tea and biscuits or some shit? ” The man snapped out between breaths.

  He didn’t even spare me a glance. Declan, on the other hand, turned to me as if to ask what next?

  “You should leave,” I told the girl on the floor.

  The tiny red head on her knees rose, wiped her mouth and stared at Chuck, unsure of what she should do.

  “The bitch stays,” he snapped.

  Sighing, I nodded, pulling my gun quickly before shooting him in the knee cap. No one ever listened to me until I started shooting, and they said I was trigger-happy.

  The moment he dropped to the floor screaming, I handed Declan my gun before taking my cane to the side of his face. I didn’t stop until the fucking thing broke and I lost my balance. However, once again, Declan grabbed hold of me, helping he regain my balance.

  “You thought you could screw me! My family? Have you lost you motherfucking mind?” I hissed at him.

  Shaken, he tried to reach for his gun, but one of his men grabbed it before stepping into the background.

  “What are you doing? Kill her!” he screamed as he coughed up his teeth and blood. The redhead ran to his side, but he just pushed her away.

  None of his men moved.

  “Three weeks ago, a stash for thirty was bought after we agreed on twenty. But suddenly, we aren’t selling because someone has a cheaper product. Would you happen to know who that is?” I asked, pushing Declan away to stand on my on my own. It felt as though blades were running across my skin, but I ignored it.

  Chuck didn’t answer, he was too busy trying to stop the blood from flowing down his face while holding his knee. He looked around, but none of his men bothered to help.

  “You.” I snapped my fingers at one of his men. The smallest of them all, but also most nicely dressed, stepped forward. Which meant two things: he wanted his boss’ job and he was sick enough to do anything to get it.

  “Help Chuck find his tongue,” I told him and he didn’t even hesitate. He grabbed the fat boar, pulling him up from the ground before beating the shit into his face. Idiot.

  “Jesus, honestly?” I sighed.

  Declan snickered before walking over and pulling the man away. Latching onto Chuck’s hand, he placed it on the desk before grabbing a pen and ramming through it.

  “Lesson one,” Declan yelled over Chuck’s screams. “You don’t punch a man in the head while he’s being questioned. How can he answer any questions if his brain is rolling around in his skull?”

  “Whatever this bitch is paying you, I’ll double it!” Chuck screamed.

  Poor, stupid Chuck.

  “You mean after you give them their share of the product you’ve been selling? We’ve made a lot of money Chuck, and yet no one else seems to be making anything. You’ve been stealing from the pack.” I smirked, taking a seat in one of his fur chairs. The man had a fetish, it seemed.

  He stared at the pen in his hand, doing his best to reach for it, but the way in which Declan had him pinned, he couldn’t.

  A sob broke through his fat lips.

  “I was going to share the take with you, I swear! I wanted to make sure it was possible…AHHH!” He screamed as Declan pulled out the pen with as much force as possible before picking a new spot to ram it through.

  Strong pen.

  Declan grinned. “Lesson two: cheaters and thieves lie. Cause bodily harm the second time and they will tell the truth. Right, Chuck?”

  Poor Chuck was going into shock, but nodded anyway.

  “I will pay you back! Please…”

  Declan grabbed a new pen and once again made a new hole for Chuck.

  “Lesson three?” I questioned, smiling, trying to ignore the horrible smell radiating off the chair.

  Declan shrugged before smiling back. “He hung up on me after I called for our money.”

  “Say it ain’t so, Chuck.” I frowned at him before turning back to the rest of his men. “If he were to die, who takes over?”

  They looked confused.

  “We ain’t got a system,” one of them said. “Whoever got the most power—”

  “I take over,” the very same nicely dressed man said, just as I thought. He was young…older than me, but young. He wasn’t muscle, but he had brains and those with brains hated to be second.

  “Take a good look at Chuck,” I said, turning back to the man whose blood was now running across the table like spilled wine. “This is me being nice. In fact, this is me in a good mood. Chuck thought he was untouchable. Chuck thought he fucked us over, not only once, but twice. But Chuck was wrong.”

  To prove my point, Declan reached for the cup of pens, but it was empty. Smirking, he pulled a knife and slammed it down, right in Chuck’s thumb.

  “Lesson four?” I asked him.

  “Motherfucker was getting his cock sucked in a lady’s presence,” he snapped angrily, staring at the girl who sat frozen in shock on the ground. Her blue eyes were wide as she just stared, taking in the screams. She should have left when I told her to.

  “What’s your name?” I asked the man.

  “Roy, ma’am,” he said quickly.

  “Roy, Declan is the man who will be setting up all of our business. We will now be buying at fifteen. You should know, at some point, you will care for someone or something deeply. If you ever stand against the family again, I will take that thing and destroy it in front of you.” I nodded at Declan, who, picked up the redhead and pushed her over to one of Chuck’s former, men.

  “Take care of both of them.” Declan told them.

  Roy’s eyes widened slightly but nodded. We didn’t kill in front of others unless they also would lose their lives.

  “Anyone have a problem with that?” I asked around the room, but no one answered. Nodding, I rose, stumbling just a bit, but Declan walked over to my side and took my arm. We left Chuck pinned to the table, sobbing like a child.

  “I think we’ve made our point. Good evening, gentlemen.” I started walking towards the door when Declan turned and handed one of them a gun. When one of them shot Chuck through the eyes he spoke again.

  “Lesson five; never piss off a Callahan. It’s a hazard to your health.”

  “I hope my presence here is enough to haunt you for a lifetime, because I will not be back at this shithole anytime in the foreseeable future. And none of you have any ever met me.” I stated as we walked out.

  I was only a few steps away from the exit when one of the strobe lights illuminated the corner of a man’s face.

  “Declan, do you see who I see?” I asked him when we were back with the rest of the sexually frustrated lovers of rope and chains.

  He scanned the dimly lit club, and once again I saw that darkness creep into his eyes.

  “Call everyone,” I told him, making my way over to the bar. I couldn’t drink anything, but my leg was killing me, and by the time Declan got off the phone, all of the family would be on their way. Even Evelyn.

  It made me laugh and cringe at the thought of Evelyn at a bondage club. But what could I do? Vermin liked to hide in the dark.

  “So we wait?” he asked.

  I simply nodded.

  He was a silent for a moment before whispering; “Why didn’t you tell me you had flipped his men?”

  “Because I shouldn’t have to, Declan. I’m not sure why you keep underestimating me. Or why you seem to think I’m some silly little girl trying to play mafia. I’m neither an idiot, nor would I willingly put the family, the business or myself in danger. If you weren’t f
amily, you wouldn’t be here.” In fact the second time he doubted me, I would have cut off his hands.

  “My apologies, I’m still not used to all of this,” he replied.

  “Your wife seems to be getting there.” Despite the fact that I hadn’t really had time to spend with the woman.

  He simply snickered. “Coraline has changed, but she’s still my Coraline. No matter how much she trains, no matter how badass she becomes, she’s still my sweet Coraline. She’s the sun and you’re Pluto.”

  “A cold, dead, floating rock?” My eyes narrowed at him. “Is that what you say to all the girls at bondage clubs?”

  His eyes went wide as he tried to figure out what to say, however, he wisely realized it was just best to keep his mouth shut.

  Facing the crowd again, I fought the urge to rub my stomach. It was like I was checking to see if it was still there. But under my loose fitting shirt, I could feel the bump. The kid was fucking with my emotions, and not in the way I would like. I was either happy, horny or hungry. Sometimes all three at the same time! It was driving me insane and making it hard to concentrate.

  “They’re here,” Declan said, looking towards the door.

  And sure enough, there was my husband, dressed in all black, and though he didn’t look pleased, he still looked sexy.

  His green eyes scanned the club before they landed on me.

  He looked at me as though he wanted to wring my neck. And if he did, he was in the right place to do it.

  “He’s going to kill me.” Declan sighed.

  “Possibly.” I said, watching the way everyone seemed to hover around Liam as he walked toward me. I could feel my lust for him grow with each step he took. By the time he got to me, I just wanted to jump him.

  “Wife,” he hissed at me.

  “Come here often, husband?” I smirked.

  “I’m going to find Neal before he loses it,” Declan said, leaving us quickly.

  Liam pinched the bridge of his nose before turning to the bartender.

  “Your best Scotch,” he demanded.

  “Scotch? Someone’s uptight.”

  “Maybe because my wife is in a bondage club in downtown Chicago, with only one man beside her. Melody…”

  “I may be carrying your child, but I am not one. Breathe and celebrate. Not only are we now buying at fifteen, but Chuck’s dead, and we just spotted Harvey King. Today is a good day. Drink and be Irish, Liam.” I turned to watch as Fedel and Dylan pulled a very drunk Harvey away from the women who surrounded him.

  Liam stepped in front of my face. “You and I, wife, are going to have a chat later.”

  “Code for you fucking me angrily?” I smiled and he took a deep breath before kissing me hard, pulling me off the chair.

  “Shut up and let me be pissed at you,” he said when he broke away.

  LIAM

  How could one woman drive me so insane? There she was, sitting at the bar as men got whipped, and women were chained to walls. She looked completely out of place, but she wasn’t even bothered, she just sat there sipping on what I hopped was cranberry juice.

  “Stop being pissed at me so we can handle this and go home,” she added before smiling.

  She was doing that a lot. Smiling and laughing…in public. I knew it was the hormones; it was beautiful, but I didn’t want to get used it. With all the shit going on, I was happy that she was happy. I could never be pissed with her for longer than a few seconds before she completely disarmed me with that smile. In my mind, I knew this was God’s doing. It had to be. She got pregnant at the worst possible times.

  However, from what I had learned, this went far deeper than just Aviela’s hatred for the Giovannis. And I now knew that we seriously needed to go to Ireland.

  “What’s going on?” She frowned, looking over my face as if she were reading something.

  “Later?” I said, kissing her lips. “Olivia wants to handle this at the Manor. We can talk after that.”

  Her eyes narrowed, but she nodded.

  We would go home, we would watch Olivia kill Harvey, and then I’d have to explain to my wife why my “mistress” was part of a much bigger puzzle.

  FOURTEEN

  “Silence is never the answer; unless the equation is murder.”

  —Silent Assassin

  LIAM

  “Jesus Christ, Mel.” I sighed, falling beside her.

  “Tired already?” she whispered, kissing down my sweaty chest. She was trying to kill me.

  “Mel, we need to…” I started to say, but the moment her mouth wrapped around my cock, I couldn’t open my eyes, let alone speak.

  What number was this? Fifth? Sixth?

  I didn’t know, or care. Her mouth was heaven, and her stamina was hell.

  “We need to what, husband?” she said, as she licked the tip of my cock and watched me lose my mind and my will. At her lips, hands and eyes, I was powerless.

  “Well?” she asked, squeezing me once more, and before I could speak, her mouth surrounded me again.

  She moved so fucking slow it was painful. I was dying.

  “Fuck!” I snapped, pulling her hair and forcing her onto her back. My wife wanted more than just sex, she wanted control, she wanted to fight me here and now, and a part of me knew she wanted me to dominate her.

  Her red nails scratched my chest as she pushed, trying her best to get me to lie back so I could be her bitch.

  “NO!” I yelled in her face, pinning her hands above her head.

  Her nostrils flared, but I could see the amusement in her eyes. I didn’t want amusement.

  I grabbed a hold of my cock, but the bitch closed her legs.

  “Have it your way, then,” I told her, as I released my grip on her and flipped her onto her stomach. Before she could even move, I grabbed her ass and thrust forward.

  “Ahh…” she moaned, gripping onto the sheets.

  “My sweet wife…” I called to her, as I kissed her shoulder and made my way up the side of her neck. I pulled out, only to slam deeper within her.

  “Liam…”

  “You’ve pushed the wrong man, wife. You can’t keep tempting me like this,” I told her, grabbing hold of her ass as I fucked her hard.

  She tried to speak, but she was now in the same position I was in: speechless, on the edge. Gripping onto the edge of our bed, she held on tightly, causing the bed to rock with us.

  “Oh no, wife…” I murmured, pulling her back. I held her breasts, letting her ride me. Her hands flew back in search of my hair, pulling roughly when they found it.

  “Liam…fuck…” she moaned, and I couldn’t help but grin.

  “That’s what I’m doing, love,” I grunted, as I kissed her spine before I couldn’t hold back anymore.

  “Liam…”

  “Hold on…” I moaned, trying my best to fight it, but I couldn’t. Not with her. Not like this.

  “Mel!” I gasped as I came with her, before falling into a heap of tangled limbs.

  Pulling out, I lay next her, breathing in the scent of our sex.

  “Damn you,” she whispered, brushing the hair off her face. She looked so fucking wild, so beautifully fucked that I wanted her again. My cock was going to fall off.

  “Damn you. This is your fault anyway.” I uttered, wanting nothing more than to kiss her.

  She smirked, sitting up and allowing me to see not only her perfect breasts, but the small bump that was her stomach. Getting up, I pulled her to me.

  “Urgh, you’re sweaty.” She laughed.

  “So are you!” I replied, rolling my eyes. “And neither of us would be sweaty right now had you not jumped me in the car.”

  “I did not jump you. I simply touched you,” she stated, relaxing in my arms.

  I loved when she was this way with me.

  “You grabbed my cock. You may as well have jumped me.”

  The plan was get home, kill Harvey, have a talk. But did my wife ever listen to my plans? No. Instead, she grabbed my cock and because
I’m addicted to her, there was no going back. We fucked in the car. We were all over each other in the hall and then we ended up fucking against the wall of our room before we ended up on the bed.

  She brushed back my hair, staring into my eyes. “I was hungry for you and now that I’ve fed that hunger, I hunger for some real food.”

  “Chocolate is not food, love.” I smirked, causing her to glare at me.

  “Food is anything I say it is, Liam. Now go get me some s’mores,” she demanded, doing her best to push me off the bed.

  I loved her.

  Rolling off the bed, I watched as she stretched out before wrapping the sheets around herself. “I’m going, jeez. But you better eat something healthier…”

  But before I could finish, she smacked my ass. Turning to her quickly, I found her smirking. “You put it in my face, what else was I supposed to do?” The innocent way she said it was criminal.

  Leaning down, I kissed her deeply before breaking away. “Those are the kind of touches that will get you fucked mercilessly again.”

  “Feed me and we can talk about it,” she said before leaning up to kiss me once more.

  I never wanted this to end, but it had to, at least for the moment.

  “I’ll get the s’mores. But get cleaned up, we need to at least figure out what’s going on with Olivia.” And then she needed to pack.

  Brushing her hand across my face, she sat up. “Or you can call someone to bring it to us while we get cleaned up together. I could hold off eating for a shower.”

  The moment she kissed me, biting my bottom lip, I knew I was a goner.

  Damn her. Damn her.

  MELODY

  “Ma’am,” Monte said, handing me a plate of s’mores along with a glass of milk as I sat in the basement.

  Apparently, Liam and I hadn’t missed anything, even with the extra long shower we took.

  Olivia was supposed to handle this on her own, but she refused to see Harvey. She wasn’t ready to face the monster yet. You would think she’d be dying to slit the motherfucker’s throat, but no. She was bloody hiding.

 

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