The Untouchables (18 page)

A moment later, Neal came with not one, but two drills. The emotion in his eyes—or better yet, the
lack
of any emotion in his eyes—was beautiful.

“She kills him,” was all I said, grabbing my plate and glass to leave. I wanted to stay, but drills always became so damn messy.

Liam stood outside the door, shaking his head at me.

“What?” I asked, turning to watch from the safety of the window.

Coming up behind me, he wrapped his hands around my waist. We were in public and it was odd to me that I wasn’t pushing him away. But for some reason, whenever he was near, I felt calm. I felt relaxed.

“You’re ruthless, wife,” he muttered.

“Someone has to be, why not me?” I replied, leaning into him as I watched Neal hold Olivia’s hand. She went for the bitch’s belly button. That was going to hurt.

“What had you so stressed earlier?” I murmured, but he didn’t answer. He just rubbed my stomach slowly. “Liam…”

“Everyone out,” he declared and I hadn’t even noticed everyone, but in a flash they were gone.

Turning me to him, he kissed me and I reacted by dropping my plate and glass before I regained my senses and pushed him away, slapping him across the face.

“Fuck, Mel!” he snapped, grabbing his face. “You need to check that shit before our kid comes.”

“You need to stop distracting me when I’m talking about work, damn it. What the hell is going on?” I yelled back.

He sighed, rolling his eyes. “Firstly, your mood swings are driving me insane. Secondly, it’s about your grandfather.”

I froze. “Orlando’s father died years ago.”

“Not him. Ivan, Aviela’s father. He signed as witness on the marriage contract between my father and Natasha’s mother. For some reason, he wanted them married.” He frowned, staring at Olivia and Neal. He looked jealous, like he would rather be drilling into a man’s spine than dealing with this.

Standing beside him, I watched silently. “Why? What does he gain from your father marrying Natasha’s mother?”

“I’m not sure.” He shrugged. “But the only way we will find out anything is to see the Briars. We have to go to Ireland.”

I couldn’t help but groan. “You do know they will most likely retaliate for everything that happened to Shamus.”

He turned to me, leaning against the window just as blood splattered upon it. “They will. But we have no other choice. We need to find out what’s happening.”

“Fine.” I sighed. “But Olivia and Neal will have to stay. We still have Senator Colemen to deal with. He needs to become the President. Now that Chuck is dead, we won’t have to worry about the market for a while. Roy is going to have his work cut out for him as he tries to prove his worth.”

“Who the hell is Roy?” He glared, and I just rolled my eyes.

“Our new mule. Breathe, I was just sucking you off wasn’t I?”

He grinned like the pervert he was as he eyed me. The moment he took a step toward me, I stepped back. “Slow down. When are we leaving?”

He didn’t listen. Instead, he pushed me against the window. I felt someone slam over and over again on it. Frowning, Liam glared at the blood stained window, where Harvey was screaming for help. Reaching to the intercom, Liam snapped, “Will you keep the motherfucker off the glass? Jeez. I swear people don’t know how to kill correctly.”

“They’re having fun. They could use it. Maybe Olivia will finally stop being a pain in the ass.” I smirked.

They’d let him out of his chains just so they could watch him beg for his life, and they called us fucked up.

“Where were we?” He turned to me.

“You were about to kiss me against the bloody glass,” I replied, and he nodded before lifting me up and pressing me against said glass.

“So, Ireland?” he sighed, staring at me.

“Will you wear one of those ‘Kiss Me I’m Irish’ shirts?”

He rolled his eyes. “No.”

I kissed him.

“Maybe,” he whispered when I broke away.

I kissed him again. Deeper.

“Maybe.”

“You’re cheating, Liam.” I glared at him.

“Yes I am.” He smirked, kissing me again.

FIFTEEN

“Handsome and brilliantly rich;

their fatal flaw is murder.”

—Abigail Gibbs

NEAL

If you had told me a year ago that I would be watching my wife drill into a man’s spine, I would have laughed in your face. Olivia was not a killer. Olivia didn’t want to kill, but apparently she was into torture.

“You laughed.” She sneered over the buzz of her drill. The pig screamed loudly, and as he tried to crawl away from her, his voice, like his bones, was cracking. “I told you to stop! I begged you to stop, and you laughed!”

The blood that splattered all over her face made me grateful that I had thought to get her a mask and goggles. She looked like a wild butcher. She looked liked a monster. She looked fucking sexy.

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.

Apparently they were doing well.

“I’m not sure. Boss?” He turned to me.

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head, knowing they would not be happy with where we were going to be staying.

There was silence throughout our large cabin. We were only three hours into an eight-hour flight to Dublin, and I knew I was going to lose my mind.

I should have gotten a larger plane.

After Colemen was president, I was taking Air Force One, damn it.

“Liam,” my mother said slowly, breaking away from her private conversation with my father to address me.

“Don’t tell me…” Sedric trailed off, straightening his tie as he glared into the side of my skull. I could feel the rage he was trying to bottle up.

“Don’t tell him what?” Coraline glanced between us, as if she was seeing two very different outcomes of my answer.

Declan glared, his eyes narrowing, body stiffening, but he nodded.

“Liam…”

“We’re staying at Shamus’ house in the village,” I snapped, pinching the bridge of my nose. For the love of Christ, why couldn’t they shut up?

“Shamus’ house?” Coraline repeated softly. “As in, Shamus, who’s everyone believes was murdered in our house, the man who lives in the hills of Ireland with his men…his very loyal men.”

I glared at her. “No, Coraline. I mean Shamus, the ghost of mafia past. What the fuck?”

She frowned, leaning back into her seat, causing Declan’s eyebrow to twitch as he stared at me.

However, there was a small snicker from the woman in front of me. Glancing at her, I noticed she hadn’t been sleeping like I thought.

“I didn’t know you were awake.” I sat up, grabbing her hand.

She rolled her eyes at me. “Who could sleep with all the noise you people are making.”

“My pregnant wife could.” I replied, causing her to pinch my wrist. Taking her other hand, I kissed them before sitting back.

“So, Shamus’ house…” She smiled, leaning back as well. “A bit morbid, don’t you think?”

I couldn’t help but groan, hearing a few ‘
thank-yous
’ from the peanut gallery that was my family.

“Not you too, wife.”

“Morbid, but not bad. After all, the Romans killed and made it their own home—”

“Yes and the Roman Empire fell,” my father cut her off sharply, causing the smiles on both of our faces to drop as we turned to him.

My mother shook her head at him, flipping through her magazine as if there wasn’t a possibility that I would take a dagger to the side of my own father’s face.

“Yes,” Mel stated, her eyes cold. “The Roman Empire did fall, and yet we Italians still have all the glory. The very suits you wear, the shoes on your feet, are made from where?” she trailed off. “You are not powerful unless you have something Italian.”

I rolled my eyes. “Your ego right now—”

“What was the name of that car you were trying to buy?”

“Ferrari En…” Declan trailed off when my father smacked him in the back of his head for me before returning to his book, not saying a word.

“It’s not ego when you state the truth.”

Mel smiled as she lay back in her chair. She rubbed her temples and closed her eyes once more. The headaches were becoming more and more frequent with each passing day.

It had taken us another week after Harvey’s death to finally get everything ready to leave. It would have taken only three days had I not forced my wife to see a doctor. I was damn near ready to give her a CAT scan myself. I needed to know she was okay. That this was just a phase. It was only after I had brought the doctor to our house that she finally agreed.

She and the baby were fine, he had said. I shouldn’t worry according to him. But how could I not when the woman I barely ever saw grimace couldn’t even hold her head up after a few hours?

“Stop looking at me like that. I’m fine, I saw your damn doctor. Your kid is just fucking with my mind before it’s born,” she said with her eyes closed.

I snorted. “How did he become mine all of a sudden?”

Her eyes snapped open. “He? I’m sorry, did you and God have a private conversation without me?”

“There was no need. God knows there is no way in hell I could mentally handle a girl right now. Nor does he want to watch the chaos that would unfold when I’m unable to tell a small girl
no
,” I replied as my father and brother laughed.

“You’re a narcissistic asshole,” she snapped at me.

“You knew that when you married me.” I winked at her.

“Well, aren’t you both cute?” Declan snickered under his breath, causing both Mel and myself to freeze, however, for two completely different reasons.