The Untouchables (23 page)

“We don’t kill on Sundays,” I reminded her.

“We don’t,” she replied, “but others at our disposal never made such a commitment.”

Grabbing the top hat from her head, I placed it on my own. “Poor Old Man Doyle.”

“Not just him, all of them. We don’t need new people and I sure as hell don’t trust men who would so easily betray their own.”

Precisely.

“What shall we do?” I asked, twirling her around quickly.

“It’s Sunday, Liam. We follow examples from the Bible on Sundays. And I distinctly remember a passage about slaying men in their sleep. All that alcohol should be kicking in soon. Irish or not, you people need sleep.” She grinned, wrapping her hands around my neck.

“So it is written, so it shall be done,” I said as the music ended. Breaking apart, we stood and applauded in the empty streets of Killeshin.

“Declan,” she whispered, leaning over to him. “Gather the men—
our
men—and kill them all, I don’t care how. We leave at sunrise; I believe Liam has gotten all he needs.”

They would learn, all of them. Here in Ireland, back in the States, and all across the globe.

This wasn’t a game. This was our fucking family, and nothing trumped family.

TWENTY

“What is a king to a God? What is God to a king?”

—J.J McAvoy

DECLAN

Shoving my knife into my boot, I pulled open our trunk and sifted through Coraline’s clothes in order to find my new guns.

“I thought we didn’t kill on Sundays?” she asked me, gathering up our things around the room.

“Melody and Liam don’t. I’m not sure why. It is as though they really believe God appreciates it,” I muttered as I loaded bullets.

Laughing, she came over and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. “You speak for God now?”

Rolling my eyes at her, I grabbed my silencers. “No, but a murder at 11:59 p.m. and one at midnight is still murder.”

“It never bothers you?” she whispered into my ear.

I didn’t answer; I just loaded.

“Declan.”

“No, Coraline, it has never bothered me. It never will bother me. I want us to be safe,” I replied, looking into her eyes. “I enjoy knowing that our family is safe, I enjoy being a reason why our family is feared.”

She simply nodded. “Can I come?”

“You know the answer to that.”

“Declan, I said I
may be
pregnant. I can fire a gun. I’m good. You know it.” She groaned, releasing her hold on me. I missed her touch.

Rising to my feet, I kissed her, as I grabbed her thighs to lift her up and press her against the wall.

“We can have this fight after we get you to a doctor, G.I Jane.” Dropping her, she scowled but it disappeared when my lips met hers.

“Go cut off someone’s finger.”

“I’ll make you a necklace.” I laughed as her face bunched up in horror. Gathering my jacket, I walked out the door to find Monte already waiting for me at the top of the stairs.

“Do they know?” I asked as we descended. It had been no less than four hours since Liam gave the order. We were out numbered, obviously, but that didn’t matter if they were too hung-over to fight. Heading out the backdoor, I met Dylan and Fedel, along with Gavin and Kieran; six to thirteen wasn’t that bad. Both of them had been with us for years, but worked mostly in the streets, keeping an ear out for any dealers who might be skimming us—or worse, talking—then they came to me. I didn’t trust them enough to allow them to spend too much time with either Mel or Liam.

“All they know is that we’re hurting some people,” Monte replied.

Nodding, I looked them over quickly before pulling out my gun. “The men who pulled out guns on the Bosses, they don’t get to see the light of morning. Kill them quietly. If anyone gets in your way, dispose of them as well. Any questions?”

None of them spoke, two pulled out knives, and others guns before leaving. I watched them retreating into the dimming darkness like monsters from the depths of hell.

Breathing in the wet grass and the fresh air, I looked up at Shamus’ home to find Coraline staring down at me. She winked before closing the window.

Stalking forward like the monsters before me, I couldn’t help but think about what a lucky man I was, how revered our family was, and I couldn’t wait to share that greatness with any child we had. Walking forward against the howling winds, I stared at the flame shining through the window of Old Man Doyle’s home. It was the only thing that really made his home stand out from the rest of the broken down buildings. When we were kids and Liam, Neal, and I would come visit Shamus, and we would always find him here; smoking and drinking himself into a coma with a deck of cards in front of him.

No matter how hard Liam had tried to sit in that room with us, he couldn’t. The smoke hurt his lungs so badly he would have to leave. Shamus would tell him to stop lingering where he didn’t belong, and Old Man Doyle laughed each time, telling Neal and I how we needed to teach our brother how to be
a man
.

“Liam is never going to amount to anything, boys. It’s a sad fact that sometimes not all men are not created equal, sometimes the weak fight and then die off.”

Neither of them knew it, but I saw Liam at only twelve years old, standing at the door. He had gone out just to take a breath and came back to prove himself. With a haunted look in his eyes, I watched a part of him die. Through the fog of smoke, he met my gaze and I knew he would never forget. He walked out the door, pretending he was never there to begin with.

“I was expecting Liam.” Old Man Doyle sat across the poker table with a cigar in his mouth and his pistol on the table.

Walking forward, I took a seat at the table. “This is below my brother’s pay grade.”

“And not yours?” he snickered, dealing out cards for me.

“I’m doing this as a gift to my cousin, no payment required,” I replied, grabbing the cards.

Laughing, he shook his head. “Who would have thought that the little mutt would become all this?”

Staring at the Royal Flush in my hands, I simply shook my head.

“I did,” I said, showing my hand. He stared at it for a moment before reaching for his gun. But before he lifted his hand, I put a bullet into the side of his face. His body crashed onto the floor and his blood flowed towards me like wine on the surface of marble, forcing me to rest my legs on the card-riddled table. Grabbing his cigar, I smoked the rest just as my phone rang.

“Yes, Neal?”

“Tell me you’re having a shittier time than I am.” He sighed into the phone.

“No can do. I just won a poker game and I have a pretty good cigar in my hands. Life here is good.” I smirked, looking down at the old man.

“Well, fuckiedy-do-da-day, then. Can you please tell me who the hell this Roy bitch is? I just got word that he’s got high-end snow-cones for sale.”

“High end snow-cones? Where did someone like him get that much smack?”

“I don’t really give a fuck. We’re still trying to figure out who put a bullet in President Monroe.” I had almost forgotten about that.

“Deal with the presidential shit. I’ll let Mel and Liam know about Roy. We’re heading home in a few hours, then you can hand back the crown.”

“Heavy is my head,” he replied.

“Neal, was that a Shakespearean reference? When did you learn to read?” I laughed.

“Fuck you!” he said, before hanging up.

“Love you too, cousin,” I said to no one. Rising from my chair, I walked towards the window and blew out the lone candle.

“Goodbye, Granduncle. Tell Grandfather I said hello.”

TWENTY-ONE

“Being powerful is like being a lady… if you have to tell people you are, you aren’t.”

—Margaret Thatcher

MELODY

Drumming my fingers on the table, I scrolled through the polls appearing on my phone.

“I’m going to kill your brother, Liam. I swear it.” How hard was it to make people like you?

Taking my phone from me, he tucked it into his front pocket and leaned into his chair before flipping through his book. “Political polls don’t mean shit. There’s no point in worrying about it. Once we land, we’ll fix this, seeing as how my brother can’t find his balls.”

“He quoted Shakespeare earlier this morning.” Declan laughed, buttering his toast in the aisle over.

“Seriously?” Coraline grinned, stealing his breakfast before he had a chance to reap the spoils of his work.

“Can you all stop acting as if my son is brain-dead? Neal’s talents are far greater than his flaws.” Evelyn frowned, as she drank her coffee. Sedric said nothing as he adjusted his glasses and continued to read through the paper.

“Of course, mother…”

“Anyway!” I snapped, trying to get back on topic. “I told him to even the playing field, and yet, here we are, buried under a mountain of shit. This stupid bitch should be grieving over her husband, not running in his place! No one reacts to assassinations correctly anymore.”

Laughing, Liam shook his head at me, but before he could speak, Jinx’s voice came through the intercom, “Sir, Ma’am, we will be arriving at Chicago International Airport in ten.”

Sighing, I leaned back to buckle my seatbelt. Looking down, I found my stomach hanging over my waist.

When had I gotten so big?

Glancing up, I noticed not only Liam, but Coraline and Evelyn staring at it too.

“Declan, did you contact Roy about the sno-cones?” I asked, trying not to bring any more attention to my stomach.

“Sno-cones?” Sedric asked, folding his paper down to stare at us. “How much?”

“Eight mil,” I answered. “It’s a lot, but we want to make sure it’s pure.”

“If it is, where did a low level dealer like Roy get pure cocaine?” Liam asked, staring me in the eye.

I read them for a moment, tensing as I got what he was implying. “You think it’s a setup.”

“How often do you come across pure smack like he’s selling?” He had a point.

Cracking my neck, I thought about that for a moment. “I warned him the night we took out Chuck.”

“Sadly, stupidity is a force to be reckoned with.”

“Do you trust him?” Coraline asked, almost too innocently.

“I trust no one.” Pausing, I stared at Liam. “I trust no one, but the family. What should we do?”

“Declan and I will go,” Sedric stated as the plane began its descent.

“And I’ll wait nearby to watch.” Because if Roy was stupid enough to set us up only weeks after I had warned him, I wanted to kill him myself.

“Too many family members in one place. If this is a setup, the police will be there,” Declan added, apparently pissed off already.

“The President was just assassinated,” Evelyn reminded us, holding onto her seat as the tires met the strip below us. “Do you really think they would do a sting operation now?”

She also had point. But there were too many criminals in on this plan, and Liam and I needed to think.

“We’ve arrived,” Jinx stated.

Liam simply rolled his eyes as he got out of his seat. “Thank you, Captain…”

“Liam.”

“What? He is a captain, correct?” Liam replied, his smile slick, eyes glinting with something darker.

“That wasn’t what you were going to say and you know it,” I whispered before walking past him.

Sedric held the door open for Evelyn and I. Taking my hand into hers, she walked me down the stairs like an infant needing assistance. Glancing back at Liam, he mouthed, “
Be nice
.” Sighing, I held onto her as we walked.

At the bottom Olivia and Neal stood in front of our cars, dressed in all white. Even Adriana stood in a white pantsuit.

“Welcome back.” Olivia smiled, pulling me into a hug. “The city hasn’t been the same without you.”

She’s touching me.

“You can let go now, Olivia. People may start to believe you’re genuine,” I said, as I freed myself from her bony arms.

Her eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared, but she smiled anyways, proving my point. Neal stepped forward, preparing to give me a hug as well, but I pulled back and allowed Evelyn to accept it in my place. He played it off, kissing Evelyn on the cheek.

“Is there a reason why you’re all dressed in white?” I asked them.

Neal nodded. “Senator Colemen is having a memorial and charity dinner this evening for both parties. He asked all those attending to wear white as a call for peace, hope, and perseverance in this dark time,” he recited.

I stared at him for a moment before taking Evelyn’s arm once again. “A living breathing teleprompter. I can’t wait to hear your speech as to why Colemen is so behind in the polls. I think he’s been lapped twice.”

Adriana held open the door for us, and as Evelyn took a seat inside, I noticed Liam had yet to get off the plane with Jinx.

“Ma’am?” Adriana called my attention.

Taking a seat, I simply shook my head at Liam. Funnily enough, I wasn’t mad; it was just my husband being my husband.

“So, how are you?” Evelyn asked, petting my hand.

“Evelyn.” I stared at her misplaced appendage.

Sighing, she rolled her eyes and let go of me. “Fine. I want to know about the baby. You and Liam haven’t spoken about it and I just want details. When is your next doctor’s appointment?”

“Evelyn…”

“Melody, give me a break. This is my first grandchild and I’m dying here. I was this close,” she held her thumb and index finger barely apart, “to calling your doctor for your medical records.”

Adriana snickered quietly.

“Adriana, my appointment is in two weeks, make sure it’s possible for Evelyn and Sedric to sit in.” The moment I said it, she pulled me into her arms.

“Again with the hugging.”

“Get over it, Melody. I’m a grandmother, it’s what I do.” She laughed as we pulled apart.

“Adriana, what have we missed?

“Neal and Olivia have kept me at arm’s length. However, from what I could gather through Antonio, Olivia fired most of the old staff and hired new personnel, redecorated the halls—”

“She what?” Evelyn sat up harshly, pulling against her seat belt.