The Untouchables (17 page)

“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.

Liam had gone to get her—i.e. knock some fucking sense into her—leaving me alone with the rapist. That sounded horrible…for him. He was still gagged and bound to the wall. His was shirt ripped, his leather pants were almost to his ankles; he looked as if he just came out of a bondage club alright; it was overall a pitiful sight. His hair was greasy, his mustache seemed as if it were drawn on with a sharpie and his eyes were cold.

This
was the piece of shit she didn’t want to face? I was expecting more.

“I don’t understand females, Monte,” I told him as I stared at Harvey, and ate my s’more.

“If you don’t, ma’am, there’s no hope for the rest of us.”

“How would you kill him?” I asked, causing Harvey’s eyes to widen as he stared at us. “If it was your lover he had raped, what would you do him?”

Monte glared at the man.

“I would take a page out of the Passion of fucking Christ, chain him to the wall and take his skin off with whips…and for the heck of it, I’d roll him in salt.” He spat at his feet.

“You can do better, Monte.” I smiled, drinking my milk.

“Crucify him upside down?” He grinned, looking down at me.

“I see someone’s been going back to church.” Monte wasn’t a very religious person, but every once in awhile, he would spend weeks at church. I wasn’t sure why, but hey, whatever worked for him.

The rapist mumbled, fighting against his chains as if that was going to help him. I wanted to watch him suffer slowly.

“I’m sorry, you have balls in your mouth. I can’t hear you,” I told him before taking a bite. He glared, barking out something I didn’t understand.

“I think he is insulting you, ma’am. May I demonstrate?” He seemed eager.

“Sadly no, it’s Olivia’s kill and she’s going to kill him, even if takes her all night.” I frowned. “But we can suggest it as an option. I’ve never seen a man crucified before.”

LIAM

I do not have time for this shit.

“Olivia Callahan, get your ass out here and kill this motherfucker, I have shit to do,” I yelled at the oak door. I could still hear her sobbing.

“You’re not helping!” Neal yelled at me, but the moment his eyes met mine, he backed down, as he should.

Staring at the two hundred year old oak door with the hand-carved family crest that my mother had imported from Ireland, I thought about how easy it would be for me to just blow a hole through it and drag her out. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I could feel my father’s eyes on me. He wanted to see how well I could handle the family. He was always watching me and it pissed me off sometimes.

Sighing, I took a deep breath and stepped forward. “Olivia, I don’t understand your pain, nor will I ever. Nothing I can say will reverse the shit you went through. However, right now you have been given a chance at justice very few people in this life get. You are a Callahan. We don’t cry, we don’t get even, we bend the scale in our favor and leave it there. I have too much to do to sit here and listen to you disgrace this family. If you’re not out of there in five seconds, Neal will divorce you. He won’t want to, but he will do it because I will make him. And his next wife won’t be such a fucking wuss.”

“You’re an asshole, Liam Callahan,” she yelled, bursting out of the room before storming down the marble hallway. Neal shook his head at me, his jaw clenched, before he followed after her.

Declan and my father just stared at me. “Is there a reason why you bitches are staring?”

“Nope, I will go…make myself useful.” Declan said and under his breath. I could have sworn the motherfucker muttered, “
The mad hatter strikes again
.”

MELODY

Hearing the door open, Monte and I turned to find Olivia, her face puffy and red, her eyes focused only on Harvey.

“I want to be alone with him,” she demanded.

Nodding, I looked to Monte, who walked right past her.

“That means you as well,” she snapped at me. Obviously, she forgot who had pushed her to this point.

“You’re funny,” I told her. “Now, hurry up and kill him, I’m running low on snacks.”

“Mel.”

“Olivia.” My voice dropped no longer joking.

Sighing, she didn’t say anything. Instead she took a chair allowing it to drag against the floor—metal on concrete—before she stopped and took a seat near me.

“I don’t know how to kill him. I want him to suffer. I just don’t know…” she added as she stared at Harvey, who only stared back like he was begging with his eyes.

“Easiest problem you could ever have.” I said, giving her a s’more. She stared at me like I was insane. “When a pregnant woman offers you food, you take it and smile.”

I knew they knew. The way Declan was treating me in the car, he had to have known, which meant Coraline knew, and if Coraline knew, they all knew.

Taking it, she took a bite and smiled. It was fake, but whatever, I was being nice, the least she could do was accept it.

“Monte said you should crucify him,” I told her.

She thought about it, sniffling slightly before shaking her head. “Too much effort and people. I want to be the one to kill him. It’s not a group project.”

It took me a second, but I smiled like the Grinch after he stole Christmas.

“Olivia, have you ever drilled through a man’s flesh?” I asked.

“What?” she coughed

“Neal, maybe you can show her,” I called out, knowing full well they could hear us, before standing up.