“Black, Red, and White just doesn’t seem right for this time of year.” Coraline frowned as she looked around the wedding hall.
“Yes,” I replied, looking Olivia up and down. “Adding red to the color scheme was a bad choice.”
Olivia’s blue eyes narrowed on me. “So is wearing white to another woman’s wedding.”
“There are very few people I consider to be ‘women.’ Saige is a snake,” I said drinking water. “Don’t ask what I consider you to be.”
Evelyn sighed while Liam snickered. Sedric was too busy checking his watch. He was dying to see what was going to happen as well.
“There is no hope for you two is there?” Evelyn asked Olivia and me.
“Not if she keeps harming my husband and then forcing him on assignments when he should be by my side,” Olivia said.
“Olivia, snap at me again and you won’t have a husband. In fact, I would just as soon kill you and move on. You’re not worth anything anyway, so do us all a favor and sit in the corner like a good little trophy.” I rolled my eyes at her as Liam’s phone went off.
Tilting it to me, I watched as a very expensive looking house, along with one too many cars went up in flames. The cameras caught every angle of the house, including two women banging on the door trying to free themselves.
“And they are?”
“Apparently Vance and Amory shared two special friends.” Liam snickered, and I could see the reflection of fire in his green eyes.
“That’s disgusting. Saige should be thanking me.” The thought made me want to puke in my mouth.
“She’s calling someone,” Sedric said. Liam and I looked over at him and tried not to laugh. He had switched seats with Evelyn just to see the fucking phone. Evelyn looked to me and winked, drinking her wine.
“I think I know who,” Coraline said, causing us all to follow her gaze to Vance who was in the middle of giving his son a speech. He glanced at his phone for a moment before going on.
“. . . it is for this reason I would like to welcome my daughter Saige Valero to the family. May she and my son make us all proud.”
Everyone but us applauded loudly. When Vance gave the microphone to Jane, I believe her name was, Saige’s maid of honor, he went to answer his phone. Sadly, it was too late, because Liam and I could see that the woman had passed out, probably due to the smoke. Putting his phone away, Liam took my hand and kissed it as we watched Vance listen to his messages. His back was turned to us but the moment he hung up after placing another call, he turned to us, his eyes were wide and deadly. All the “emotion” he had during the wedding was gone, and all that was left was this monster. It looked like he’d squeezed the phone so hard the screen cracked. Liam smirked and gave him a short nod as if they were friends.
“Do you think he is angry?”
“One can only hope, love.”
“Entertaining indeed.” Sedric smirked, leaning back into his chair.
“That was only the first course father.” Liam grinned, and I couldn’t wait for dessert.
LIAM
I didn’t make a habit of smoking. However, this damn wedding had gone on for far too long. Amory was now fully aware, which had to mean his new wife was as well. The tension between us, as we pretended to be nothing more than guests, was boiling under the surface. Even the way Saige cut her steak, which was so rare it looked like it was dripping blood, seem to antagonize us. She glared at Mel with so much hatred even Olivia had to look away. My Mel smiled at her as if she hadn’t noticed. I knew she had though. The clicking noise under the table as she loaded her gun with one hand was proof enough.
So I took a small smoking break inside the bathroom stall like I was still in high school. Neal and Declan had been my role models until the point my mother found them and beat their asses so badly that they couldn’t sit. That was the last time either of them smoked. I, on the other hand, had never been caught.
Maybe Mel could beat it out of me?
“Did you see Callahan’s bitch?” a voice called out from the other side of the stall.
“The Italian wench in white?” another replied, and I felt myself freeze.
“What I wouldn’t give to fuck the shit out of her tight pussy. I would ride the fuck out of her until she broke down like a good little cunt whore. Then—” He didn’t get to finish for the simple fact that I stepped out of the stall and put a bullet in the back of his friend’s head.
The body fell onto the urinal he was pissing in. The man beside him—how dare he call my wife a whore, cunt, and bitch—stood with his pants down in shock. I knew him. He was Amory’s best man, Alex.
He turned to me, opening his mouth to speak, but I took the liberty of grabbing him by his hair and smashing his head against the marble above the urinal.
“That Italian wench is my fucking wife!” I yelled, using his head as a hammer against the wall.
“You don’t talk of her as you piss.” Slam.
“You don’t talk of her, period. You don’t call her anything but fucking Mrs. Callahan.” Slam.
“And you sure as fuck don’t talk of her with your fucking hand on your dick.” Slam. Slam. Slam.
Releasing his head, which was covered in blood and brain matter, I watched as his body fell to the ground. He most likely died after the first two hits into the wall, but all I could fucking see was red. I wanted his head to come off his fucking shoulders. Sighing, I turned to the mirror to find my suit covered in blood.
With a groan, I reached into my jacket and pulled out my phone. “Eric, I need a new suit as fast as possible,” I told him as I washed the blood from my hands. Looking down, I noticed the blood spreading across the marble floor and onto my fucking shoes.
“Damn it. Get me new shoes as well.”
Hanging up, I dried my hands and stared at the bodies around me, just as another fool stepped in. He froze, looking first at the blood and then to me.
“Anger issues,” I said to him reaching for my gun. “Step into my office.”
He tried to turn and run but I shot him right in the spine, and his legs gave out.
“Guess you won’t be stepping anywhere, huh?” I asked him before blowing a hole through his face. Again, the blood splattered onto my hands, and I couldn’t help but groan once more.
“See what you made me do?” I asked the dead man before locking the door and rewashing my hands.
The worst things happened when you smoked. But thank God for silencers, I thought to myself.
MELODY
When Liam sat back down, he kissed my cheek. I looked him over quickly and something didn’t seem right.
“Did you change?” It looked like the same suit but only fresher, like he hadn’t been wearing it all day.
“Why would I do that?” he asked me, but there was a glint in his eye.
“Don’t play coy with me.”
He smirked, kissing me once more and whispering, “Later, love.”
“So what’s next on the menu?” Sedric asked as he wiped the corners of his mouth.
Evelyn smacked on his chest. “Will you stop? You’re like a child at Disneyland.”
“Bloody Wonderland, actually.” Liam smirked. I wasn’t sure what that meant but Sedric did, and I guess that was all that mattered.
“Liam and I have to say hello before any more excitement occurs.” I smiled as Liam and I stood.
Saige and Amory must have had the same idea because they were walking right to us.
We met them in the middle of the dining hall.
“Mr. and Mrs. Valero, congratulations. You and this wedding were beautiful.” I smiled reaching out for Saige’s hand.