The Untouchables (7 page)

“Please, file your complaint with the office of ‘I Don’t Give a Fuck’ and I’ll be sure not to get back to you!”

It wasn’t my fault their sexual needs came at the wrong time.

“Well, your highness, I was wondering if we could
handle
her parents as retribution,” he said, forcing me to look up at him. Sure enough, he was as serious as ever.

Neal took the opportunity to punch me in the jaw and put me in a chokehold. I tried to fight my way out, but he had the upper hand. Sadly, I was going to lose this round.

Thank you, homicidal Declan.

I tapped out and Neal released his hold on me.

Sitting up, I took a few deep breaths before I rose and walked over to the edge of the ring. “We aren’t killing her parents,” I said before squirting the water into my mouth then pouring some over my head.

Declan glared at me. “I said
handle,
not kill. Besides, they fucked with her…”

“They fucked—past tense. The wounds Coraline has from that will heal. Have you even asked her if she wanted them dead?” I glared back and he shook his head. “And this is why you’re in therapy. Stop acting for your wife and act
with
her you idiot. Coraline isn’t the same mouse of a wife you had before. You can thank my wife for that, for whatever good and bad that causes. Nevertheless, if Coraline wants something, she will ask you.”

“She would want to handle them.” His eyes darkened.

“They’re her parents,” Neal finally spoke out. “Regardless of what they’ve done, they’re still her parents. Yes, she remembers the bad, but she will always remember the good as well, however short it was. It’s not as easy to kill family as everyone makes it seem.”

“This moment of wisdom was brought to you by—” I was cut off as a water bottle came flying at my head. I caught it and laughed.

“He’s right though,” our father replied. “We can’t just keep killing everyone...especially our in-laws.”

True, we were running out of places to hide the bodies.
I snickered at the thought.

“Speaking of killing, Fedel has informed me that they found another one of the men who raped Olivia,” I said bluntly, and I felt them stiffen. Neal however, looked like stone. I wasn’t going to sugarcoat it because Mel and Olivia weren’t.

Mel had informed me of the finding during our shower together, which effectively killed my hard on. By the time we went downstairs, my mother was crying; Declan was already on the phone, and my father and Neal were all ready to go to war. It was the first time my mother demanded to me that I kill someone immediately. When Olivia told her she was going to do it herself, she froze. I stared into her eyes then nodded.

The next morning, breakfast was a silent affair, and I knew that everyone was lost in thought. Well, not everyone. It was a little twisted, maybe a bit sick of me, but my wife had made me horny and I couldn’t help but reach under the table to finger her. Not one of them noticed, but watching my wife fight back a moan was damn sexy.

“So, how is she going to do this?” Declan asked pulling me out of my sweet thoughts.

“She’s murdered one already,” I answered, grabbing a towel as we headed to the sauna room. I dropped my pants right there before entering without a care.

“From what I understand, Mel pulled it out of her,” Declan hissed at the steam, stretching slightly.

Sedric poured the water over the stones before leaning back. “Now that she’s done it, I doubt the second time will be as hard as the first. I say she should cut the motherfucker’s balls off and make him eat them.”

That was a disgusting thought, but it fit the crime.

“Whatever she chooses, it’s up to her,” Neal tried to end the conversation.

He hated thinking about it and I didn’t blame him. I looked at Olivia differently now; her past explained many of her actions over the past few years, and I wondered how Neal felt. I could never know or want to know. I doubted it could happen to a woman like Mel, but I didn’t want to ever tempt fate with such a thing.

“We aren’t going after Aviela DeRosa,” I told them, shifting the heat from Neal.

“Neal, I think you hit him too hard,” my father said, causing them to snicker. “She killed your wife’s father, uncle and grandfather. Not to mention, she left said wife to die as a child.”

“Really, Father? I didn’t know.”
Of course I fucking knew
. I told him, “There are too many pieces to the puzzle. Like, why the hell would she have a child with a man she hated and planned to kill?”

“Or why did she choose that method in killing them? She poisoned Orlando for six bloody years, that takes dedication and patience,” Neal said.

Patience wasn’t one of our strong suits. Well, maybe with the exception of Declan.

“Maybe she likes it? Maybe that’s how she gets off,” Declan wondered, but my father shook his head.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. “It doesn’t match the profile of a hired killer. Their job is to kill and leave no trails and move on. Aviela’s way does that, but it means investing more time than she would want.”

“Like I said, too many missing pieces. Monte will be looking into it. Mel and I have too much to do to get wrapped up in the mysteries of her family’s past right now,” I said. “We’re still trying to fix all the damage that Valero did last year. Most of our heroin stock in Mexico was destroyed. However, we’re now smuggling it in from Afghanistan…their shit is better anyway.” I sighed, rubbing my shoulder.

“It’s better, but its costs us more,” Declan added. “If we raise the prices, we lose our lower end druggies. Sadly, there aren’t enough rock stars to live off of.”

He had a point.

“Things were much easier in your day, right, Pop? The whole free love and shit? You could just hide the smack in your bellbottoms? Or were you all still wearing the Larry King suspenders?” Neal snorted and my father glared at him.

“Yes, Neal, when the dinosaurs ran the across the earth, shit was easier,” he snapped, causing Declan and I to laugh.

“It won’t cost us so much anymore,” I replied, pouring more water over the stones.

“Care to share?” my father asked. The nosy prick.

They all waited and I rolled my eyes. “We just donated to a few cemeteries.”

“This helps how?” Declan pushed.

“Soldiers die. What better way to bring our product into the country but with the help of Uncle Sam?” They all just stared, as the possibilities sank in.

“That’s fucking brilliant,” Neal said. “It will become even easier when Colemen becomes President.” He grinned.

“Mel’s idea?” My father looked at me.

I glared. My inner brat wanted to say it was teamwork, but it really was Mel’s idea.

“We’ll also be smuggling in marijuana seeds as well. All of which will be growing in Colorado,” I added, changing the subject.

Neal looked confused. “Why Colorado?”

I sighed, feeling the urge to throw a hot rock at his face.

“Don’t you ever watch the news?” Declan snapped.

“No, it’s too depressing,” he said. “They start the night off with a ‘good evening’, and then they go on to tell you all the reasons why it’s a shitty night all across the country.”

My father sighed like he did when we were kids, when we did, or said, something he couldn’t understand.

“They legalized weed, dipshit,” he said, and I couldn’t help but laugh. It was just a regular Saturday morning with the family.

“I wonder if the girls’ conversations are like this.” Declan laughed.

“It’s not and it’s probably killing my poor wife.” I could see her now, thinking of clawing her eyes out with a fork. “One wrong move, you may want to watch the news tonight, Neal.”

MELODY

“Kill me…” I uttered out loud as they brought another painting for us to bid on. The money they raised would go towards the building of some stupid elementary school.

“Now come on, ladies, get out those checkbooks, call your husbands if you must. This school is just too important not to!” the peppy woman up front yelled.

In my fingers was a small fork. I knew I could throw it with just enough force to shut her up. However, Evelyn placed her hand on my wrist—again—and took the fork from me.

I sighed and sat back in my seat, watching the women pay anywhere from five to nine hundred dollars for any given artwork.

“Thank you all so much, we’re doing so well, we only have nineteen paintings left! Come on, ladies, I know you want them,” the stupid woman called out again.

Nineteen more? Nineteen motherfucking paintings more? I can’t do it. I can’t. I will claw my own damn eyes out with a spoon if I have to sit through one more painting.

Standing up caused them all to turn and look at me, and I put my Stepford wife smile on. “Will $250,000 cover them all?”

There were gasps, followed by a round of applause as the woman stared at me flabbergasted.

“Mrs. Callahan, you truly are a Godsend. Thank you so much!” she said, starting the applause all over again. I smiled and waved like a broken doll before taking my seat again.

“Now we’re going to have to sit through art shows every damn month.” Olivia sighed.

Then I would buy the paintings every damn month to get it over with.

“This concludes our afternoon. Your artwork will be shipped to you this evening!” the woman said. I wrote a check, waving it for one of her art-boys to come snatch it up like a wild animal.

We all but ran out of there, and it wasn’t until we were in the car that Coraline broke out into laughter.

“Thank God. We came late and it still felt like we had been in there forever.”

“Now you all know how I feel. How dare you leave me all alone with those people?” Evelyn scoffed, pulling out her phone.

“I’m sorry, but God comes first, what can I say?” I added, finally able to relax into my seat.

“I can’t believe you bought all those paintings. Where’re you going to put them?” Olivia asked, trying her best to be “nice” to me.

“I don’t know, and I don’t care. I just had to get out of that place.” I was starting to get a headache from that woman’s voice.

Coraline looked out the window and frowned. “This isn’t the direction of the house.”

“That’s because Olivia and I are making a pit stop,” I answered, causing Evelyn and Coraline to pause, and Olivia to freeze.

I didn’t mind the silence, I enjoyed the ride. I didn’t tell Olivia earlier because I didn’t want her over thinking it. It was so cliché: a warehouse. That was because Liam didn’t want the prick in our house. I didn’t care either way. Declan, Neal, and Sedric would all be present, and normally, that would be stupid. Outside of the house and public functions, we were never all in the same place at once. However, Neal insisted, Sedric wouldn’t budge, and Declan was the one double-checking all the cameras. Another reason why we hated having everyone together was the amount of time we spent on security. It was just plain annoying.

When we pulled up, the driver opened the door for Olivia and I, and I noticed Antonio, along with four other snipers, on the rooftops.

“I’m coming.” Evelyn stepped out along with Coraline.

“This is not a field trip, and even if it were, I would be the person who signs the damn permission slip. Neither of you are coming,” I told them both.

However, Evelyn stepped up and looked me dead in the eyes, something very few people could do.

“I’m coming. Try and stop me,
sweetheart
.” She glared, and I wanted to show her that I could do more than try.

“Mel, you don’t want to add to your rap sheet, you spent more than an hour in confession,” Coraline said quickly, trying to get in between Evelyn and me.

“You people keep pushing me and then act all surprised when I snap.” I took a deep breath before turning around.

This was bad. Olivia did not need the whole family for this. She may have killed once, but I pushed her…I pulled the baby ruthless murderer right out of her. But she was still a baby. Babies got scared and nervous. Some even had performance issues.

When we stepped in, the first thing I had to get used to was the smell of weed from all the plants in the room. The second were the screams as Neal cut the fingers off of the pig.

“What the fuck?” Liam said to me, as he looked over at his mother and Coraline. Evelyn walked over to Sedric, who looked just as surprised as Liam, and kissed his cheek.

“They wanted to come along. I said no, but they didn’t want to listen,” I said as Coraline and Declan held hands.

“Since when do people not listening to you stop you from getting your way?” he asked, amused and running his hand up my side softly. I pulled away slightly; PDA was never my thing. He frowned, but dropped his hand to pull out his phone.

“Since I married you, I didn’t think you would like me using a sniper on your mother,” I replied, standing closer to him.

“Thanks, you’re too kind.”

“Been told that all day…”

“Neal, stop!” Olivia screamed, reminding me why I was here.

Neal, however, didn’t stop. He kept snipping away with the cutting pliers.

“You think this is bad?” he hissed, gripping the man’s thumb. “Wait until I get farther south, you stupid, motherfucking, cock-sucking piece of shit.”

The man looked dazed, but spoke anyway. “Believe me, that bitch had no cock when I sucked on her.”

That did it.

I thought the term ‘ape shit’ was generally overused, however in this case, Neal really did go ‘ape shit.’ The pliers fell from his hands as he started to beat into the pig’s face.

“NEAL STOP!” Olivia screamed.

But he didn’t. I wasn’t even sure if he could hear anything at this point. He wanted blood.

“Take him outside,” Liam said. It took two of our men and Declan to pull him back.

“I will motherfucking end you!” he yelled, trying his best to break free of their grasp. “You hear me? I will make sure every last person in your fucking family burns!”

“And this is why I wanted to tell everyone after she’d killed them all,” I whispered once he was finally out the door.

“‘They wanted to come along,’” Liam mocked me. “‘I said no, but they didn’t want to listen.’”