“You’re waiting for someone to save you, but no one can do that. You need to save yourself. I can help you. But I can’t save you, Olivia. You’re a motherfucking Callahan. We are never victims; we are the victimizers. The penalty for coming after us is, and will always be, death. It’s time for your retribution.”
She looked so lost as I handed her the gun. “I’m not like you, Mel. I can’t kill another person. I’m not a murderer. This isn’t the justice I wanted,” she declared, once again lying to herself.
I hated liars. Walking back to the trunk, I opened it and the stupid pig squealed again.
“Looks like you get to go back to Cancun,” I said to him. “Don’t worry about the girl you raped and murdered there, we made sure to clean it up. Her grieving parents will be burying her this weekend…”
“What are you doing? You can’t let him go!” Olivia screamed, but couldn’t bring herself to come any closer to the car.
“You wanted justice, well, according to the law, this is justice. There is a statue of limitations on rape. Courtney A. O’Brien isn’t even your real name; your case would be thrown out. I’m not going to kill him. He isn’t my demon. So my hands are tied,” I said, pulling the pig out of trunk. I smirked at his bound wrists. “Poor word choice, huh?”
Olivia said nothing, so I pushed more. “I’m hoping this will serve as a lesson. But I doubt it. Pigs like you can’t help but roll in the mud. Where will Harvey hide you now once you tell him? He’s the one who sent you to Mexico after Olivia here became a Callahan, wasn’t he?”
Pulling the gag from his mouth, he tried to speak, but Olivia held the gun to his skull.
“Don’t speak, just run far away,” was all she said to him.
Really? Kill him!
The pig didn’t even wait for me to unbind his legs before he tried to run. He fell to his knees, but still tried to run.
“Remember, no means no.” I frowned, and just when I had given up on her, Olivia pulled the trigger. Not once, not twice, but she emptied the magazine into his body.
“NO means no! I said no! I said no!” she screamed at his body before collapsing onto me. I wasn’t a hugger; truthfully, I hated all forms of touch except Liam’s. However, she needed something, so I let her hug my waist as I petted her head.
“A Callahan, through and through.”
Progress.
LIAM
“Mr. Callahan!” The vultures with cameras called out once I exited the car. Adjusting my jacket, I waved at them, smiling my pretty boy smile…they ate it up like cake.
“Who is this handsome fella?” A hand ran across my back and I spun Melody around, dipping her down.
“Liam Callahan, and you are?” I smiled as she rolled her eyes.
“Melody Callahan. Can you bring me up now please?” she asked sweetly, causing the vultures to laugh.
“Well if it isn’t my lucky day.” I grinned, pulling her closer to me and whispering, “Where have you been, love, and why did you change?”
She was now dressed in a blood red dress that hugged her every curve.
“Not now, Liam,” she said through her smile before turning back to the cameras.
“Mr. and Mrs. Callahan,” a reporter called out.” Many say that your support for Senator Colemen was what has gotten him to this point. Are you only voting for him because of your sister-in-law?”
“Of course not,” Mel replied kindly. “We support Senator Colemen because we think he is the best man for the job. He is kind, outgoing, and hardworking. But above even that, his politics are what I support.”
“Last year, your father was reportedly killed by a bombing in Turkey, of which no one was convicted. If Senator Colemen becomes president, he will be one of the first Republican presidents staunchly against the death penalty and against war. Victims of terrorism, like your father, will get no justice,” he stated, and I felt the urge to put a bullet between his eyes.
“Can’t speak much on war, but as a Catholic, I don’t believe in the death penalty. But let’s save all the political questions for the candidate. I’m a voter, just like you.” She winked at him and he looked like he wanted to cum in his pants.
“I wholeheartedly agree with my wife,” I said like I was reading a cue card, causing them to laugh.
We only stood for a second longer before making our way in, and I spotted Anna’s wavy long blonde hair right away; she couldn’t have been here long—technically she shouldn’t be here at all, but she was family no matter what. When I called, she answered, even when she didn’t want to.
“I’ll be right back, love,” I whispered to Melody as I kissed her cheek.
She looked over to the woman in the back dressed in green, and I took pleasure in the way her eyebrow twitched. “Who is she? You had a thing for blondes, didn’t you?”
“She isn’t…” I sighed. “I’ll explain later.”
I loved when she was jealous.
Kissing her again, my tongue brushed against hers and I enjoyed how sweet she tasted when she moaned in my mouth. I had to force myself to pull away.
“When you moan like that baby, I want nothing more than to hike up that dress, spread your thighs, and fuck you until your legs go weak,” I whispered in her ear.
“Then do it,” she dared me, a devious smile on her red lips. “Fuck me so hard that I slide to the ground when you’re done. Make me scream your name until my voice is gone, please, Liam. Please fuck me.”
Jesus Christ. I couldn’t speak, I was so turned on. My cock throbbed in my now-too-tight pants, and I longed to give her exactly what she wanted, exactly the way she wanted it.
“Your friend is waiting.” She winked at me before wiping the lipstick from my lips, and moving away from me.
I watched her go, and I longed to follow.
Later. Right now I had business.
Turning back, I made my way through the crowd towards Anna. I nodded for her to follow me up the stairs, leaving the poor bastard she was flirting with where he stood. I understood how he felt. Anna did her best to remain unseen as she walked the top balcony that overlooked the ballroom.
“Speak quickly,” I said to her as I looked down at my wife.
“Nice to see you too, cousin. Did you cut your hair? It’s nice….”
“Anna.”
She laughed. “I ran the photo through the Interpol database and yes, everything you’ve found out about her is true. She goes by Aviela, Aviela DeRosa, of the DeRosa crime family. My contacts say she’s the best hired gun on the western side of the globe. Her father, Ivan DeRosa, hasn’t been seen above ground in seventeen years. We still have no idea what he looks like.”
“The DeRosas.” Goddamn it. The moment we took down one family, another rose in its place.
“The DeRosas,” she confirmed. “They’ve never been big in the states, but they’re one of the most ruthless crime families in Europe and Brazil. From what I can see, this Ivan was using the Valero as his face in order to remain hidden. There have been all kinds of reports and charges filed against him, but the man is fucking untouchable. Aviela takes out the biggest competition or anyone on the rise.”