“Liam is the head of this family, and if he thinks he and his wife need a moment, then we do as he says. I know you want to become the mama bear, but give them a moment,” I whispered, holding on to her.
“I’m worried about Mel. It was her mother—I can’t call that bitch a mother. Who shoots their kids? What kind of sick, fucking, two bit—”
“Language.” I snickered, causing her to flip over and smack me.
“I’m serious, Sedric.” She frowned.
“I know, sweetheart. I know.” Sighing, I tried my best not to think about it.
Someone had attacked my family; they had harmed my son and my daughter. I wanted to set their blood on fire. I wanted to rip them limb for limb, but it wasn’t my place anymore. It was Liam’s, and if I thought about it, it made me want to… it made me want to kill.
Liam needed to kill this bitch quickly or I would snap.
DECLAN
“My boss doesn’t like the deal you made,” I said into the phone. This was so going to end badly.
“Too fucking bad. Are you people going back on your word? Your boss gave his word…”
“My boss gave his word when we were working at twenty, and you screwed us over for thirty. We’re not pleased, and bad things tend to happen when we’re not pleased,” I hissed into the phone.
“You paid, the deal is done. Go fuck yourselves.” And with that, they hung up. Frustrated, I gripped onto the phone, ready to throw it when Coraline appeared before me. She stared at me wide eyed.
“I’m a recovering shopaholic, you can’t break your shit. It makes me want to buy new things.” She smiled, walking up beside me.
“Sorry. Mel’s being unreasonable.” I sighed, placing the phone in my pocket.
“So, she’s being Mel?” she asked, and I smirked.
“Yeah, which I guess is a good sign.” It could be worse. She could be in bed, staring at me with dead eyes as we all tried to get her to function.
Coraline looked over to the wall where Monte, Duncan, and Antonio,—who was sporting a cast on his arm—stood outside of Mel’s room. They looked like those British guards who didn’t smile, blink, or freaking breathe. They just stood there, waiting for a moment to shoot down any motherfucker who tried to enter that room.
“What does she want you to do?” Coraline whispered. I just stared at her and she rolled her eyes. “You know guys tell their wives shit like this.”
“Yeah, but that’s usually after the wife’s tricked it out of them with sex.” I hadn’t even thought about that when I said it.
I expected her to snap at me, but she just grinned. “Noted. Too bad you’re on the clock. All these beds. Neal’s at home having his way with Olivia. Liam and Mel will be at it the moment she’s better. It seems as though you like having blue balls, Declan.”
I watched as she winked at me, then walked away.
Mel and Liam were going to kill me, but if I had a chance of having Coraline one last time before I died, I had to take it.
I followed like a puppy, watching her ass as she walked towards a back room. Grabbing her arm, I pulled her in quickly before pushing her up against the door.
“Don’t fuck with me, woman. I’m at my wit’s end.” I gasped when she pulled back and allowed her coat to fall.
“But I want to fuck with you, Declan,” she moaned, and I almost came in my pants. There my tiny wife stood, naked and waiting for me.
“Jesus Christ, Coraline,” I said before grabbing hold of her.
Pushing me back, I thanked God for this moment. I would book my room in hell for this.
THIRTEEN
“Mrder—all I need is u.”
—Jarod Kintz
LIAM
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” I said to them as I stared at the stacks upon stacks of boxes rising to the ceiling of my library.
“Your grandfather never liked computers.” Sedric snickered as the men brought more of the shit in. At this rate, we were going to be buried alive.
“He did this to fuck with me. The bastard knew that I was going to come after his shit eventually.” I could hear the old fuck laughing beyond the grave. I would have thrown him in the river, but mother thought it would be best to at least show some sort of respect to our dearly departed grandfather. His body would be buried in the local cemetery, forever separated from his beloved Ireland.
Neal, the giant that he was, dropped the last five boxes around my desk. “That’s all of it.”
“Out,” I snapped. Everyone but my father left quickly. They hated any paper that wasn’t cash.
“So you’re going to read through all of this alone?” Sedric asked, looking around at what was once a very beautiful green and gold study.