"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
"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
“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
“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
"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.
CHAPTER 1 “Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the World.” – Marilyn Monroe MELODY POV They were intoxicating!The noises of pleasure, of course. My breathing grew ragged, my mewls filling the dense air and intcluding with loud wet skin-to-skin slaps, grunts, and low moans. Hot breath cascaded down my neck when a hot tongue darted out to lick my undoubtedly sweaty skin, wrenching a lewd sound of desire- a sound I never knew I was capable of. My stomach twisted into flip-flops, fireworks crackling low in my veins as I neared the edge. I could feel it building, the intense orgasm that was going to render me weak and knock all the air from out from out of my lungs.“So this is what turns you on, huh?” He groaned on top of me, his wet skin gliding across mine, the sound of skin hitting skin continuing the delicious cacophony that engulfed my senses and played my body on a broken loop. The cocky smirk on his face was both an indignation and an utter aphrodisiac soaring th
CHAPTER 2“A mirror reflects what you see, and a black remembers shows the dark side of it.”– Madeline Brewer MELODY POVLaughter filtered up the stairs, white noise washing over the house as more and more guests came trickling through the front door.On calculated steps, I walked down the spiral staircases, one hand braced on the smooth railing while the other clutched the side of my dress, lifting it up so that I don’t fall and plant myself face first; and worse, in front of the ‘guests’.I would pluck my gut out if that would happen.“NINAAAAA…” My sister Gia -who had the eyes of a hawk- squealed from across the vast lobby where the ceremony was held, shifting all the attention onto me. Forced smiles and innocent faces. Shoot me in the foot right fuckin’ now.Giana, or Gia as we all called her, was an energy ball, all the things you can expect of a 17-year-old. Beautiful, loud, honey-tongued, with an unwavering mischievous look on her face as if she was constantly plotting the e
CHAPTER 3“Don’t judge someone by how they look, judge them by how many people they’ve harmed.”– Carisma SechrestJORDAN POV“Ahhhhh…” Horrified screams and loud honking of horns rang through the night as I sprung out of the bushes, falling into the road. With a bone-jarring collusion, I landed on my knees against the roughness of the tar road, sending a spasm of pain into my cartilage and right through my stream. People screamed, and I screamed back, only to raise my hands on instinct, showing that I was a very sane person despite my nakedness and my very bloody self. Flashes of cameras went by as people started taking photos. You could have sworn it was the Vanity Fair Red Carpet from how blinding they were. I hated it, and if I had the energy I would have flipped everyone a number, but I was busy concentrating on the dizzying stab of pain that resonated from a gaping hole on my right foot, with blood oozing from it and pooling under me.“Phone.” I groaned, my vision getting blu