yet. Beaming, I jumped on the bullet-infested bed,
kicking up feathers, before pulling out my phone and dialing quickly.
“Hello, mother? I’m sorry it’s late.”
“I was beginning to think you had forgotten about me. I miss you all. The house is
to quiet I can’t think. Oh how is Melody? Is she beautiful? I met Orlando once and
he was looker. I’m sure—”
“Yes, I have missed you as well. Yes, Melody is . . . she is one of a kind Mom, one
of a kind. I was calling to see if you wouldn’t mind having a welcoming party for
her. Just to show her how happy I am to have her in my life.”
“Really? Someone sounds smitten. The whole family?”
I wanted to roll my eyes. “Yes, the whole family. Can you do it? She is almost as
maniacal as Olivia.”
“Are you sure she isn’t tired. I thought she just came into town today.”
“She won’t be tired at all.”
“Sure! I’m so excited. I’ll get right on it.”
When she hung up, I grinned. My mother would do what she always did for celebrations.
She would go over the top. I knew now that Melody could lie down with the lowest and
roll in the dirt like a motherfucking pro. But she wouldn’t be able to contain herself
with the family. They shit rainbows and unicorns, and while she was distracted, it
would give me time to work on a new lead I had on the Valero.
I was planning something huge for those motherfuckers, and I was going to use information
I had acquired from Orlando’s files to do it. The Giovannis’ contacts were now my
contacts. I almost wanted to say checkmate fucking now. But I wondered how she would
feel when I used her work and multiplied the destruction by twenty. She was playing
childish games, and I was no child. This wasn’t about who could outdo whom, this was
me proving a point. I would kill two birds with one stone. The Valero would never
see it coming, and I would make my mark as the new Ceann na Conairte and Boss.
Sleep tight, my little Giovanni, for tomorrow, you will dance like my very own puppet
on strings , Ithought, lifting my hand behind my head and grinning.
SEVEN
“We kill everybody, my dear.
Some with bullets, some with words,
and everybody with our deeds.
We drive people into their graves,
and neither see it nor feel it.”
~ Maxim Gorky
MELODY
“Which one, ma’am?” Adriana held up two teal dresses for me to wear for my first day
with the bloody Irish clan, but I really didn’t care what I wore as long as I got
through the damn day.
“Dr. Anderson, what do you think?” I asked the older man bandaging my wrist. Dr. Anderson
was the only doctor I trusted enough to touch me. After all, he was the one who had
delivered me, and he had seen more than enough of my injuries to not even bother asking.
He looked up, pushing his thick glasses up his nose before finishing his work on my
wrist. “The long-sleeved one would be best to hide your wound. It won’t hide the one
on your ankle but that one is not as bad as your wrist.”
He was right. I had used so much force to pull the plastic arm off the chair that
it had cut deeply into my wrist. The idiot had made his cuffs with reinforced steel,
which made it easy to break the chair, but it still hurt like a bitch and would scar.
Adriana looked at me waiting. “White heels, ma’am?”
I nodded, rubbing my wrist once the doctor let go. I had to fight the urge to throw
this damn ugly ring down the drain every time I looked at my hand.
Fedel held the door open for Dr. Anderson, but not before handing him an envelope
with more than enough money to make sure he wouldn’t have to work for a while.
“Ma’am, after the announcement of your and Mr. Callahan’s wedding this morning, I
have a few magazines, charities, and interviewers looking to have a moment with you,”
Fedel told me with a phone in his hands.
After rising from my chair, Adriana handed me the dress as I walked behind the
kicking up feathers, before pulling out my phone and dialing quickly.
“Hello, mother? I’m sorry it’s late.”
“I was beginning to think you had forgotten about me. I miss you all. The house is
to quiet I can’t think. Oh how is Melody? Is she beautiful? I met Orlando once and
he was looker. I’m sure—”
“Yes, I have missed you as well. Yes, Melody is . . . she is one of a kind Mom, one
of a kind. I was calling to see if you wouldn’t mind having a welcoming party for
her. Just to show her how happy I am to have her in my life.”
“Really? Someone sounds smitten. The whole family?”
I wanted to roll my eyes. “Yes, the whole family. Can you do it? She is almost as
maniacal as Olivia.”
“Are you sure she isn’t tired. I thought she just came into town today.”
“She won’t be tired at all.”
“Sure! I’m so excited. I’ll get right on it.”
When she hung up, I grinned. My mother would do what she always did for celebrations.
She would go over the top. I knew now that Melody could lie down with the lowest and
roll in the dirt like a motherfucking pro. But she wouldn’t be able to contain herself
with the family. They shit rainbows and unicorns, and while she was distracted, it
would give me time to work on a new lead I had on the Valero.
I was planning something huge for those motherfuckers, and I was going to use information
I had acquired from Orlando’s files to do it. The Giovannis’ contacts were now my
contacts. I almost wanted to say checkmate fucking now. But I wondered how she would
feel when I used her work and multiplied the destruction by twenty. She was playing
childish games, and I was no child. This wasn’t about who could outdo whom, this was
me proving a point. I would kill two birds with one stone. The Valero would never
see it coming, and I would make my mark as the new Ceann na Conairte and Boss.
Sleep tight, my little Giovanni, for tomorrow, you will dance like my very own puppet
on strings , Ithought, lifting my hand behind my head and grinning.
SEVEN
“We kill everybody, my dear.
Some with bullets, some with words,
and everybody with our deeds.
We drive people into their graves,
and neither see it nor feel it.”
~ Maxim Gorky
MELODY
“Which one, ma’am?” Adriana held up two teal dresses for me to wear for my first day
with the bloody Irish clan, but I really didn’t care what I wore as long as I got
through the damn day.
“Dr. Anderson, what do you think?” I asked the older man bandaging my wrist. Dr. Anderson
was the only doctor I trusted enough to touch me. After all, he was the one who had
delivered me, and he had seen more than enough of my injuries to not even bother asking.
He looked up, pushing his thick glasses up his nose before finishing his work on my
wrist. “The long-sleeved one would be best to hide your wound. It won’t hide the one
on your ankle but that one is not as bad as your wrist.”
He was right. I had used so much force to pull the plastic arm off the chair that
it had cut deeply into my wrist. The idiot had made his cuffs with reinforced steel,
which made it easy to break the chair, but it still hurt like a bitch and would scar.
Adriana looked at me waiting. “White heels, ma’am?”
I nodded, rubbing my wrist once the doctor let go. I had to fight the urge to throw
this damn ugly ring down the drain every time I looked at my hand.
Fedel held the door open for Dr. Anderson, but not before handing him an envelope
with more than enough money to make sure he wouldn’t have to work for a while.
“Ma’am, after the announcement of your and Mr. Callahan’s wedding this morning, I
have a few magazines, charities, and interviewers looking to have a moment with you,”
Fedel told me with a phone in his hands.
After rising from my chair, Adriana handed me the dress as I walked behind the
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