The Untouchables (Ruthless People 2)

“Melody, are you …”

“Shut up, Declan and stay in the car,” I told him, putting the gun behind my back before grabbing my cane and opening the door.

The moment I stepped out, the guard stood straighter and smiled at me. After all, what could go wrong with a little woman using a cane?

“You on the wrong street, lady,” he said. “This place ain’t for your kind.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes, but managed to smile kindly instead. “I’m here to see Chuck.”

His eyes widened before they narrowed. “You ain’t here to see Chuck, cuz Chuck ain’t seeing nobody today.”

“Oh?” Idiot. “Not even Mrs. Callahan?”

“You’re Mrs. Callahan? Wife of Liam Callahan?” he stammered. I would have enjoyed it if he hadn’t said “wife” as if I was some sort of accessory.

He didn’t even give me a chance to reply before opening the door.

“Mel—”

“Sit, Declan. The grown-ups are working,” I said before walking—limping—in. My leg burned, but there was a bully in my playground and I hated bullies. I knew what type of club I was walking into, and it wasn’t the first time I had entered one. However, the smell of sex, sweat, and other miscellaneous fragrances, made me want to hurl. The place was so dim I was surprised the people could see the very ropes they were using to tie each other up; or that they could even concentrate over the music. But I preferred it loud. Maybe for the same reason they did. The louder it was, the harder it was to hear someone scream.

“You looking for a good time, bunny?” A man grinned at me, eyeing me from head to toe. His cock looked as though it wanted to rip out of his leather pants and attack me.

“Bunny?” I asked without emotion.

He grinned, stepping closer to me. “You know, cute, sweet,” he looked at my cane, “injured. You came here to explore your inner lioness, didn’t you? Don’t worry…”

I simply walked around him, but he grabbed my arm. Before I could smack the shit out of him, Declan beat me to it.

“Touch her again, and I’ll kill you,” he hissed, and for the first time, I could actually see how he and Liam were related. His green eyes glared into him.

“My bad, man…”

Ignoring them both, I continued on my way, not bothering to make any eye contact with any of the other horny men…and women, who may have been looking for a new partner. However, I doubted most of them were paying any attention to me.

“Mrs. Callahan for Chuck,” I told the man in front of the door that stood at the back of the club; he didn’t even hesitate. He simply opened the door.

The room, covered in nothing but cheap fur rugs and lava lamps, looked as if I had stepped back in time and into an Austin Powers-esque porno. And there sat Chuck, getting the blowjob of his life, from some very tiny redhead. He was so carried away with himself that he didn’t even seem to notice me or the five men “guarding” him for that matter. They stood against the wall of bear fur, looking at the man in disgust.

“Ugh, seriously!” Declan snapped when he walked in, causing Chuck’s eyes to pop open.

His eyes narrowed in on Declan, but he didn’t stop thrusting into the girl’s mouth…poor girl. How he could find his penis with all that fat rolling off of him, was beyond me. And when he came, he looked like a dying boar. He grunted before grinning and pulling out of her mouth.

“What the hell do you want, Callahan? Ran through all the drugs I sold you already? You people adding it to your tea and biscuits or some shit? ” The man snapped out between breaths.

He didn’t even spare me a glance. Declan, on the other hand, turned to me as if to ask what next?

“You should leave,” I told the girl on the floor.

The tiny red head on her knees rose, wiped her mouth and stared at Chuck, unsure of what she should do.

“The bitch stays,” he snapped.

Sighing, I nodded, pulling my gun quickly before shooting him in the knee cap. No one ever listened to me until I started shooting, and they said I was trigger-happy.

The moment he dropped to the floor screaming, I handed Declan my gun before taking my cane to the side of his face. I didn’t stop until the fucking thing broke and I lost my balance. However, once again, Declan grabbed hold of me, helping he regain my balance.

“You thought you could screw me! My family? Have you lost you motherfucking mind?” I hissed at him.

Shaken, he tried to reach for his gun, but one of his men grabbed it before stepping into the background.

“What are you doing? Kill her!” he screamed as he coughed up his teeth and blood. The redhead ran to his side, but he just pushed her away.

None of his men moved.

“Three weeks ago, a stash for thirty was bought after we agreed on twenty. But suddenly, we aren’t selling because someone has a cheaper product. Would you happen to know who that is?” I asked, pushing Declan away to stand on my on my own. It felt as though blades were running across my skin, but I ignored it.

Chuck didn’t answer, he was too busy trying to stop the blood from flowing down his face while holding his knee. He looked around, but none of his men bothered to help.

“You.” I snapped my fingers at one of his men. The smallest of them all, but also most nicely dressed, stepped forward. Which meant two things: he wanted his boss’ job and he was sick enough to do anything to get it.

“Help Chuck find his tongue,” I told him and he didn’t even hesitate. He grabbed the fat boar, pulling him up from the ground before beating the shit into his face. Idiot.

“Jesus, honestly?” I sighed.

Declan snickered before walking over and pulling the man away. Latching onto Chuck’s hand, he placed it on the desk before grabbing a pen and ramming through it.

“Lesson one,” Declan yelled over Chuck’s screams. “You don’t punch a man in the head while he’s being questioned. How can he answer any questions if his brain is rolling around in his skull?”

“Whatever this bitch is paying you, I’ll double it!” Chuck screamed.

Poor, stupid Chuck.

“You mean after you give them their share of the product you’ve been selling? We’ve made a lot of money Chuck, and yet no one else seems to be making anything. You’ve been stealing from the pack.” I smirked, taking a seat in one of his fur chairs. The man had a fetish, it seemed.

He stared at the pen in his hand, doing his best to reach for it, but the way in which Declan had him pinned, he couldn’t.

A sob broke through his fat lips.

“I was going to share the take with you, I swear! I wanted to make sure it was possible…AHHH!” He screamed as Declan pulled out the pen with as much force as possible before picking a new spot to ram it through.

Strong pen.

Declan grinned. “Lesson two: cheaters and thieves lie. Cause bodily harm the second time and they will tell the truth. Right, Chuck?”

Poor Chuck was going into shock, but nodded anyway.

“I will pay you back! Please…”

Declan grabbed a new pen and once again made a new hole for Chuck.

“Lesson three?” I questioned, smiling, trying to ignore the horrible smell radiating off the chair.