Cops didn’t bring down the greatest bosses in history, they brought down their families, the people they provided for and protected. It was the idiots who were lucky enough to either share DNA or have a ring on their finger. They enjoyed all the rewards—the money, the fame, and the respect. But none of them really understood how fragile it all was, especially the wives. Our weakest link was Olivia, and I would be damned if I let her continue on the way she was.
It had taken Liam and I weeks of planning to figure out exactly what we wanted. It wasn’t like we just woke up one morning and said, ‘let’s own the White House.’ We went back and forth over whether or not to use Senator Colemen, since he was already so close to the family. But it was because of that reason that he was perfect.
“Where are we going?” Olivia asked, once we stepped into the garage. Fedel handed me the keys to my white Aston Martin before handing me a gun.
“Get in the car, Olivia,” was all I said to her, but she was frozen with her blue eyes glued to the weapon in my hand.
“Fedel.” I sighed, taking a seat behind the wheel.
“Let go of me!” Olivia yelled, as he grabbed her and forced her into the car.
Holding her down, he buckled her in before slamming the door shut and I stomped on the gas.
“What the hell do you want with me, Melody?” she screamed.
“I want you to be a Callahan, not a Colemen,” I replied, relaxing into my seat.
“What the fuck does that mean? I am a Callahan. I was one before you were, remember?” She huffed, glaring out the window.
I laughed; she so badly wanted something to trump me with. “No, you are a Colemen hiding in Callahan’s clothing. You bitch like a Colemen, hide like a Colemen, and have no balls like a Colemen. Which means you look like your mother, but act like your father. So scared of what you could actually be if you put forth the effort. Seems like Liam and I have to teach your entire family how to grow balls.”
“Thank you, Obi Wan Kenobi, but I don’t need, nor do I want, your help. Take me home or I will walk!” she snapped, as she twirled her blonde hair between her fingers.
It bothered me.
“In a pair of seven hundred dollar Jimmy Choos? That will be the day.” I was sort of impressed she knew who Obi Wan Kenobi was though. Must have been due to Neal.
“Whatever game…”
“I don’t play games, Olivia. Games are for children. I work. Every moment of every damn day, I am working. I work so that this family—our family—can move mountains. I work so that I never want for anything, so that I can obtain anything I wish. Right now, I’m working on you, so shut the fuck up.” I wanted to bash her fucking skull in.
Luckily, she didn’t say anything else, and we soon reached our destination; a cliff that overlooked the beautiful Lake Michigan.
“Sorry, my gate doesn’t swing that way,” she joked, but it wasn’t at all funny. “It’s a pretty spot for a date though.”
“Get out, Olivia.”
She glared like always, but did as she was told.
Stepping around to the back of the car, I opened the trunk. “It’s time you grow up, Olivia.”
“You know what, Melody—” She stopped the moment she looked down and saw the naked man curled up in a ball in the trunk.
Backing away slowly, she covered her mouth, and her eyes shined with tears. The man struggled against his chains and screamed against the gag in his mouth. Every sound he made, Olivia shook. Finally, she threw up everything she had just eaten and sobbed.
“We’ll be right back. Family meeting,” I told him before closing the trunk again. Hopping up on top of it, I watched her as she tried her best to calm down.
“What did you do?” she screamed.
I thought it was obvious.
“He’s one of the men who raped you, isn’t he? Matt, Harvey’s best friend? I brought him here to help you.”
“You aren’t helping me! I don’t need your help! I never asked for your fucking help!” she roared, causing her whole body to shake.
Sighing, I sat forward. “You told no one but me. Not Neal, not Evelyn, not even your parents. I personally tracked your records. Searched the entire cyber universe and found a rape kit, simply logged in as Courtney A. O’Brien, height: 5’8, blood type: AB, hair color: Blonde, eye color: Blue…She’s you. CAO, your initials backwards? You were scared and couldn’t come up with a lie fast enough. Your parents were nobodies who were on the verge of being somebodies. You went to the hospital and even filed a police report. All of which were so easily found once I had that name. Every year, on the anniversary, you end up in the hospital for violent vomiting and weight loss…”