“Calm the fuck down. Nothing is in Austria, but Amory doesn’t know that. He is a leech, and I have no doubt he will be on the next plane tonight trying to steal from us.” Plus, if we divided him and Vance, it would be easier to break them.
His hands wandered down my spine. “You want them to think you don’t know anything.”
“It’s easier to kill a deer if they think you are a rabbit rather than a wolf. Amory was so busy staring at my breasts, he couldn’t even speak.”
“I noticed. I should just kill the motherfucker now and save myself the annoyance. He is lucky I didn’t rip his eyes out, and believe me I would have.”
The darkness in his voice made me shiver in pleasure. I allowed him to spin me before bringing me in close. “You need to clear your mind and take a deep breath. We were able to flip Ryan Ross. He reports directly to Monte now, then to me. It’s how I knew Vance knew about the plane. He wants to do something bigger. He wants us to relax before he attacks. But mostly, he wants to hurt you.”
“And how the fuck is Vance going to hurt me?”
“Me,” I answered. “He will want to use Amory as a way to gain intel. Amory will probably flirt with me and try to gain my trust. It wouldn’t be the first time he went after a married woman.”
“You aren’t making my desire to kill the fool lessen.” He stopped to look me in the eyes. “In fact, I want to kill him more.”
“Then I get to kill Vance.” He wasn’t going to get to kill them both.
“I kill Vance. You get the brothers and Amory.”
“Deal. But the only way for that to happen is to give Amory a little wiggle room and some rope to hang himself with.”
“So more parties and balls. My mother will like it. However, I will cut off the motherfuckers’ fingers if they touch you. But until then, Valero has a shipment of prized cars coming in two weeks to Italy. Vance loves his cars.”
The bastard was getting excited just thinking about it.
“You hit his drugs, and now you want to take his toys? Husband, that is quite cruel.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Do you have any other ideas?”
“No.” I grinned. “But after we steal them, we should set them on fire.”
“And I’m cruel?” He kissed my cheek, and I froze for a moment, realizing that we had once again just worked together with ease. It was like our minds fed off each other.
“We will talk about this later. Apparently, it’s time to cut the cake,” I told him, noticing Evelyn waving. I had almost forgotten that this was our wedding with thoughts of theft and blood in the air.
“Yes. Later,” he replied, looking at me with lust once again.
LIAM
It felt like hours after we cut the cake that we were able to sneak off. Orlando was in one of the rooms in the eastern part of the manor. The moment we arrived, Mel went to sit beside him. He was breathing only through tubes and machines, which all looked painful.
“Ciao, mi bambino dolce.”13
Mel kissed his hands. “Ciao, mio dolce padre.”14
“Sei bellissima, Melody. Mi dispiace che non ero abbastanza forte per voi.”15
“Tu sei, e sarai sempre abbastanza forte.”16
I felt bad for intruding on their moment. I wasn’t sure what they were saying but it seemed to be too personal for me to just be standing there. However, I couldn’t bring myself to leave Mel’s side.
Orlando looked up to me breathing heavily, waiting for me to take his hand. When I did, he squeezed it.
“Sii buona con lei,17 Liam,” he said to me before turning to Mel. “Sii buono con lui,18 Mel.”
“Lo farò,”19 she said, and I repeated it, even though I didn’t know what it was she said. It just felt right. When I did, he kissed both our hands before giving them back to each other.
Mel closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and standing up. I watched as she pulled a needle from the nightstand, and realized what she was about to do. Reaching out, I grabbed her hand, and for the first time I saw the true depths of her strength and how much she hated it. She would put her father to sleep to give him peace, and it would kill her slowly every day of forever. Yet, she would still do it.
“I have to do this,” she whispered to me, as I tried to pull the needle from her.
Shaking my head, I snatched it from her hand. “You will hate yourself, and I would rather you hate me.”
In her eyes there was a fight, because she was Mel, and my Mel would always fight me. But I would win this battle. Stepping in front of her, I pulled the cap off with my teeth before going for his arm. Mel wrapped her hands around my waist and placed her head on my back, not watching.
Good. I didn’t want her to see this.
I did it as quickly as possible and turned off the machines, before turning and holding her.
MELODY
I just listened in Liam’s arms, not crying or depressed but somewhat relieved that someone else had fulfilled my father’s wish. Something I had dreaded since he first asked. We stood there holding each other for God knows how long before Liam spoke.
“Wife, Mel, my Melody. Let’s go to bed,” he whispered, and I nodded. He lifted me up bridal style, and a part of me wanted to fight him but not now. Not tonight. Not our wedding night. Not my father’s last night. I knew I would fight him on a million things soon, but not tonight.
TWELVE
“Cruel with guilt, and daring with despair,
the midnight murderer bursts the faithless bar;
Invades the sacred hour of silent rest
and leaves, unseen, a dagger in your breast.”
~ Samuel Johnson
LIAM
“Is that all, sir?” Dylan questioned softly, placing the tray of food and the files I requested on the top of my desk. He knew just as well as anyone that if he woke my wife, I would snap his neck.
“Tell Patrick I want to know of Amory’s whereabouts in the next few hours.”
The moment the door closed I turned to Mel, only to find her sitting up and staring back at me. Her face was void and her eyes clear as day. It was almost haunting.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” I said, leaving distance between us as I tried to read her mood.
She frowned, noticing that she was still in her dress, before standing up and turning around. “Help me out of it.”
Without saying a word, I unhooked the tiny part at the top and unzipped it slowly, trying my best not to get excited, but it didn’t work.
Her fucking father just died, calm down.
Seeing her in nothing but white lace almost killed me.
Fuck it all to hell.
“Let me get you—” She stopped me with her lips, and I gave in, gladly pulling her body to mine and gripping her ass. I loved her ass. I loved how it felt like it was made for my hands only.
When her tiny hands pulled away my tie and ripped at my shirt, I had to push her away.
“Mel, we can wait. I can wait.” I gasped, breathing deeply to control my raging cock.
“Well, this isn’t about you. This is about me, and I can’t wait. I don’t want to think. I just want you inside me now.”
Fuck.
This time when she kissed me, I picked her up and laid her back down on the bed kissing a path from her lips to her neck. She moaned, pushing up against me with her hands in my hair while I worked my way down to her breast.