~ Samuel Fuller
MELODY
Flipping on the television, I couldn’t help but grin.
“Three weeks ago, Commissioner Patterson, you stood before us all and promised to make this city safe! You promised that you would put an end to the blood and corruption, but instead, all you have done is made it worse! For three weeks, it has been raining blood! The death count is up to twenty-seven that we know of. Most of them innocent people who just want to live their lives in peace. People are dying left and right! You did this!” A man yelled out in the crowd.
“My son was walking home for school. He walked that same path every day and then . . .” A mother sobbed with a photo of her son in her hands.
“Twenty-seven in the suburbs, fifty-four in the city, two a day in the most poverty stricken parts of the city. Commissioner Patterson, is this the new normal?” a reporter asked.
Commissioner Patterson looked old, tired, and stressed as he tried to find the words.
“The Chicago Police Department is . . .”
“The Chicago Police Department is no safer than we are! How many men and woman have we lost in the last three weeks?”
“We have lost at total of nineteen men in the line of duty.” Commissioner Patterson sighed. I could feel the defeat coming through the screen.
“How can you keep us safe, if you can’t even keep your own people safe?”
“Is the FBI going to get involved?”
“Nope,” I said aloud and even if they did I had more than a few friends I could call on.
“Each one of these instances has been at the hands of multiple criminals, leaving them up to the Chicago Police Department to solve. However, they will be consulting on many of the cases involved.” The Commissioner stood firm.
“Will the Governor call for a state emergency?”
“Not if he wants to lose his next election.” I’m sure he was a friend of the families, Coraline held a function for him.
“We are not at that point yet. I understand how frightened you all are, but please don’t lose faith in us. It is what the people who are responsible for this all want.”
“Do you know who is responsible? Some have speculated this is because of the Irish Mob, others say there was a breakout at the county jail.”
I wanted to listen to his reply. However, I was distracted by the man kissing my neck from behind. Leaning into him, I allowed myself to relax.
“Keeping an eye on our city?” he whispered when he came up for air. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me closer.
“The Commissioner seems stressed.” I smirked, reaching up to run my hand through his hair.
“With all the murders, robberies and bad press, I would be stressed as well.” He snickered. Turning me to him, his eyes went straight to my breasts, but that’s what I got for standing in my underwear as I watched the news.
“Like what you see?” I whispered to him while pulling on his tie.
His eyes were coated with lust before he shook his head clear. “Yes, very much so, and as much as I would enjoy making you scream my name until your voice cracked, we have a very important wedding to get to.”
“You’re turning down sex for a wedding?”
“It’s not just any wedding love.” He pouted. “It’s Saige and Amory’s wedding, which means . . .”
“Which means you get to sit and eat their food and drink wine, while our men fuck them across the ocean.”
“And I don’t want to be late for a moment of it.”
Stepping closer to him, I retied the bowtie around his neck. “Of course not. Who would like to have sex when they could watch Vance lose control? Who knows when that could happen again. You won’t be having sex with anyone for a while either, but still.”
I kissed him deeply, biting onto his lip before breaking away. His mouth dropped open as my words sunk in. “Sweetheart . . .”
“This body is now closed to you, husband.” Stepping away from him, I turned to walk to my closet but he pulled me back.
“Let’s not do anything rash,” he replied lifting me up and throwing me on the bed, crawling on top of me as he brushed my hair back.
“We don’t have time.” I smiled as he kissed me.
“We’re the guests of honor. We can make time,” he whispered kissing from my lips to my cheek and then to my neck.
Pushing up against him, I was able to flip him onto his back. Sitting on his waist, I stared into his eyes.
“You made your choice, husband now deal with it.” I smirked as I ground my hips into him before rising, and sure enough his hard-on was clear to the world.
“Wife.”
“Husband.” I smiled, and the moment I took off toward my closet, he leapt off the bed after me. Sadly, he was too slow, and I was able to lock myself in my closet.
“Damn it!” He pounded on the door as I laughed.
“Calm the fuck down and finish getting dressed,” I called out as I looked for the shoes I wanted to wear.
“Take off your underwear. You won’t be needing them tonight!”
“The fuck I will! You aren’t getting shit from me,” I replied even though I couldn’t stop grinning.
“Fine then, I will rip the bloody things off you.” His voice was fading, and I rolled my eyes at him.
Hearing the door close, I smiled to myself. In the last three weeks, my relationship with Liam had changed drastically. We no longer fought with one about personal matters. Instead, most of our issues were with the job, and even those were few and far between. Sometimes our plan of attack didn’t mesh well, and the only way we could settle it was to “fuck it out.” Neither of us complained about that though, and I was sure he disagreed with me sometimes just so we could have sex afterward, the little prick. Yet, I found myself smiling more often because of him. I was happy, and that just seemed odd to me.
He insisted we have our “dates” at least once a week. The first week was awkward because I hated the word date and neither of us did anything really but work. The second week he brought me a snitch, a lower-level pawn who had been in the process of speaking with the police to get out of jail time. Too bad for him, we wire tapped all our men’s phones. To make an example of him, I gave him embalming fluid to drink and when he died, we made sure to ship his tongue to the Commissioner.
After that, Liam and I didn’t come out of our room for two days. The date we had this week consisted of Liam and I both naked on our bed watching the local news. We had scheduled a hit on three officers and their families.
“Ma’am, it’s Adriana. I have your dress.” Adriana knocked. Opening the door, I pulled the dress from the bag.
“Perfect.” I smiled, touching the satin of the dress.
LIAM
Stepping out of our bedroom, I tried to wipe the grin off my face. However, it was damn near impossible. I hadn’t known before that I would have no other choice than to say I was in love with Melody Nicci Callahan. I loved how she broke people’s noses, how she smiled whenever we killed someone. I loved the way she moaned my name while we made love, only to slap me afterward. She was ruthless in everything she did, and yet she could still manage to be open with me. We had both changed. I felt like I had known her for a lifetime and not just a few weeks.
“So I’m guessing by your smile that all is well in your bloody wonderland?” Sedric asked me as I reached the study.
He was decked to the nines like myself and seemed just as excited as I was, despite the fact that he didn’t know any of our plans.