The Untouchables(17)

“We’re Callahans, no one is on the same damn playing field as us!” I yelled out, flipping over and returning the favor to Neal.

“Fine, someone under us then.” He rolled his eyes. “Either way, it’s working. We were even going to have sex for the first time in months, before your wife came in like the fucking Terminator!”

“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.”