his left, he nodded with a grin. “You are possessive.
I wonder what your future wife thinks about that.”
“I don’t give a flying fuck what she thinks about it, and what would Coraline have
to say about your words over Melody?” I asked, knowing full well how pussy whipped
he was.
“She would be pissed off, so much so that I hope she shoots me in the thigh. We’ve
never had that kind of foreplay before.”
I cringed at the thought of it. “And I’m the sick fucker?”
“No more than you,” he replied, stretching. “Where is the queen anyway? She wasn’t
at lunch or dinner. I think I’ve seen everyone but her since then.”
Walking over to the bar, I grabbed another glass.
“Oh, sweet Mary, mother of shit, what did you do?” Declan asked, rising from the chair.
“My mother would have your tongue for speaking like that,” I replied, knocking back
a glass before pouring another.
“Not before taking yours for what happened today. I should have known you would retaliate.”
Rolling my eyes at him, I walked over to the desk and gathered my files. “I handcuffed
her to one of the chairs in the pool house and left her some dinner. I’ll get her
in the morning.”
“You can’t be serious, Liam,” he said, causing me to turn to him. He should have known
better than to doubt me.
“Okay, you’re serious.” He frowned. “But you can’t leave her there all night. If this
was how she was with a good night’s sleep, imagine how irritated she is going to be
in the morning. Do you want her to be like that for your mother?”
He had a point, but I was fucking pissed.
“I’m not going to do it.” If I released her, it would be as though I was saying she
was right. That she was Boss. I wasn’t going to bow down to her.
“You hard headed son of a—”
“Mr. Callahan.” Adriana, the ugly duckling, came in, already dressed in an ancient
nightgown as though she had come out of the fucking middle ages.
Declan held back his laugh by filling his mouth with brandy, while I just turned to
the poor, time-confused girl in front me.
“Yes, ugl . . . Adriana?” I asked.
She glared at me as though she knew what I almost said. “The Boss wanted me to ask
you what time you will be departing in the morning?”
Declan spit out the drink in his mouth, coughing like a dying man before laughing
hysterically.
I stared at her for a moment before stomping out of the room without answering. I
had made sure all her men had been far away. There was no way she should have fucking
been able to get out of those cuffs. They were designed by me and made with reinforced
steel. Bursting into the indoor pool house, I froze.
“Oh, my dear cousin, you have met your equal, and it is funny as shit to watch,” Declan
muttered, standing right beside me as I stared at the broken chair, now resting in
its watery grave.
It looked as though a monster had ripped its legs and arms off. Seeing as how I only
handcuffed her to one of each, it baffled me. The food was still uneaten and the towels
all rested at the bottom of the pool as well.
“I’m going to bed,” I told the grinning fool who was my cousin.
“Sleep with one eye open, cousin, and your hand on your gun. She may just kill you
tonight,” Declan said as I walked back to the room I was given for the night.
When I entered, there sat my reinforced steel cuffs in tiny pieces all over my now
shot up bed. On top of that, a fucking note by hers truly, in her precise handwriting,
with a bullet taped to it.
I came to visit you honey, so we could finish what we started in the basement, but
you and your cousin were busy giggling like schoolgirls. Oh well, I hope you have
a good night. About the bed, well . . . you can understand right, sweetheart?
Checkmate.
Melody Giovanni
I could hear her laughter ringing in my fucking ears. Checkmate? She thought this was checkmate?
We hadn’t even started playing
I wonder what your future wife thinks about that.”
“I don’t give a flying fuck what she thinks about it, and what would Coraline have
to say about your words over Melody?” I asked, knowing full well how pussy whipped
he was.
“She would be pissed off, so much so that I hope she shoots me in the thigh. We’ve
never had that kind of foreplay before.”
I cringed at the thought of it. “And I’m the sick fucker?”
“No more than you,” he replied, stretching. “Where is the queen anyway? She wasn’t
at lunch or dinner. I think I’ve seen everyone but her since then.”
Walking over to the bar, I grabbed another glass.
“Oh, sweet Mary, mother of shit, what did you do?” Declan asked, rising from the chair.
“My mother would have your tongue for speaking like that,” I replied, knocking back
a glass before pouring another.
“Not before taking yours for what happened today. I should have known you would retaliate.”
Rolling my eyes at him, I walked over to the desk and gathered my files. “I handcuffed
her to one of the chairs in the pool house and left her some dinner. I’ll get her
in the morning.”
“You can’t be serious, Liam,” he said, causing me to turn to him. He should have known
better than to doubt me.
“Okay, you’re serious.” He frowned. “But you can’t leave her there all night. If this
was how she was with a good night’s sleep, imagine how irritated she is going to be
in the morning. Do you want her to be like that for your mother?”
He had a point, but I was fucking pissed.
“I’m not going to do it.” If I released her, it would be as though I was saying she
was right. That she was Boss. I wasn’t going to bow down to her.
“You hard headed son of a—”
“Mr. Callahan.” Adriana, the ugly duckling, came in, already dressed in an ancient
nightgown as though she had come out of the fucking middle ages.
Declan held back his laugh by filling his mouth with brandy, while I just turned to
the poor, time-confused girl in front me.
“Yes, ugl . . . Adriana?” I asked.
She glared at me as though she knew what I almost said. “The Boss wanted me to ask
you what time you will be departing in the morning?”
Declan spit out the drink in his mouth, coughing like a dying man before laughing
hysterically.
I stared at her for a moment before stomping out of the room without answering. I
had made sure all her men had been far away. There was no way she should have fucking
been able to get out of those cuffs. They were designed by me and made with reinforced
steel. Bursting into the indoor pool house, I froze.
“Oh, my dear cousin, you have met your equal, and it is funny as shit to watch,” Declan
muttered, standing right beside me as I stared at the broken chair, now resting in
its watery grave.
It looked as though a monster had ripped its legs and arms off. Seeing as how I only
handcuffed her to one of each, it baffled me. The food was still uneaten and the towels
all rested at the bottom of the pool as well.
“I’m going to bed,” I told the grinning fool who was my cousin.
“Sleep with one eye open, cousin, and your hand on your gun. She may just kill you
tonight,” Declan said as I walked back to the room I was given for the night.
When I entered, there sat my reinforced steel cuffs in tiny pieces all over my now
shot up bed. On top of that, a fucking note by hers truly, in her precise handwriting,
with a bullet taped to it.
I came to visit you honey, so we could finish what we started in the basement, but
you and your cousin were busy giggling like schoolgirls. Oh well, I hope you have
a good night. About the bed, well . . . you can understand right, sweetheart?
Checkmate.
Melody Giovanni
I could hear her laughter ringing in my fucking ears. Checkmate? She thought this was checkmate?
We hadn’t even started playing
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