The Untouchables(52)

She snapped up, staring at me. “Why did you stop?”

Why did I stop? I thought, looking at the blood that dripped from the head of my drill.

“It’s your kill, babe,” I told her, taking a seat against the wall. I felt the blood lust; that Callahan blood lust that begged for me to finish him off, to cut his head off and drill into his eyes. It was that blood lust that drove my father and Liam. It was in our DNA. Callahans and blood went hand in hand. If we weren’t in the mafia, we would all probably be serial killers.

Olivia stared at me, pulling her drill from his spine causing a sickening pop to echo around the room. Placing it on the ground, she walked over to me, and took a seat by my side, where she belonged.

“Is it always like this?” she asked, as she rested her head on my shoulder. Harvey wasn’t moving. He may have been dead. From what I could tell he had seventy-nine drill holes starting from his ankle to his shoulder blades. I did my best to keep her from his neck and head; he shouldn’t die that quickly.

“Like what?”

She sighed, pulling the mask from her face. “I don’t know. Is it always this easy? This simple. Just kill and not regret it? There he is, the man who caused me so much pain and enjoyed every moment. It was easy. It was so easy to kill him. But I hated him. Is it always this easy?”

I thought about it and nodded. “Yes. After your first kill it becomes easier and easier until it’s second nature. There is a line in the world. There are those who can be fucked with, and there are those who cannot be. If people knew their place, then the world would be safer. I just think of it as regulating.”

She didn’t say anything and I wasn’t sure how to take that. This was the part of me that I did my best to hide from her. The Callahan blood, the part of me that thought it was okay to cut out men’s tongues if they spoke badly about our family. Yet here we were, watching her rapist bleed out. Liam would want this room cleaned and re-cemented to hide all the blood.





OLIVIA

I felt nothing but relief and that was so odd to me. I expected anger, pain, guilt—any emotion at all, but nothing else came. Was it really so easy to kill people? Or was it because I knew they were evil. With them gone, I felt no need to ever walk down this road again…so what kept Melody and Liam going?

“Can we go?” I asked Neal. “He’s dead. Can we go? I just want a shower.”

He nodded, reaching behind his back before handing me a gun. “He’s going to die anyway if he hasn’t already, but just add the final nail.”

Taking the handgun, I turned back to Harvey—my rapist. My monster. Standing, I walked over to his body, looking down at his head when he moved.

A dry sob broke through his lips, his whole body shook like mine shook after that night. He looked up at me covered in his own blood.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He sobbed softly.

“No, you’re not,” I told him before firing into his skull.

Taking a deep breath, I almost jumped when Mel walked into the room clapping slowly.

On her face was a wicked smile. It was worse than how she used to glare at everyone. Her smiles were mocking smiles; like she knew something you didn’t and she was going to use it against you.

“Welcome to the family.” She smiled as Liam appeared behind her, placing his hand on her waist.

He glanced around the room and shook his head before staring at Neal, who stood up under his brother’s gaze.

“We’re going to Ireland,” Liam stated. “You and Olivia will be staying here. Can I trust you to keep an eye on this while we’re gone?”

I turned to Neal. He loved Ireland. He wanted us to go there this summer, but King Liam would not allow it. Now the ass was taking his wife. However, Neal didn’t look bothered, he looked at his brother with pride. I would never understand their relationship.

“Yes. I will look over everything. Declan told me something about the new prices and our new contact. I will watch over that and Senator Colemen,” he replied.

Mel’s eyes narrowed in on him. “We will be coming back so don’t get used to siting on our throne.”

“Of course not.”

Here I was, standing in a room full of killers and I was one of them. I was a Callahan. God help whoever stood in this family’s way.





SIXTEEN

“I’ll kill you in a few minutes. It’ll be good for you.”

—Frederick Weisel





LIAM

“Are we staying in the castle?” Coraline asked, grinning out the plane window. “I haven’t been back there since we got married.”

I turned to stare at my brother, who smiled so widely I was surprised his teeth didn’t fall out as he watched Coraline in her own personal wonderland.