Ruthless People (44 page)

I didn’t think I would ever be able to say it out loud. It hurt too much, and no matter
how far down I pushed, the pain it came back again.

I was so lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t even noticed she’d moved beside me until I
felt her hand in mine. Lifting it to her lips, she kissed my knuckles, and I couldn’t
help but moan at the softness of her lips. How long had it been since I kissed her.
As if she could read my mind, she cupped the side of my face before kissing my lips.
She tasted like honey and I almost came in my pants when she bit my lip.

“I’ve missed you as well,” she whispered. “I-I needed time. I didn’t know how much,
but I just knew I needed a moment to be—”

“To be sad,” I finished for her, wanting nothing more than to close the distance between
our lips.

“Yeah.” She smiled sadly, and I wanted to wipe it from her face. “I never meant . . .
I knew I couldn’t be any help in the mindset I was in. I hope you didn’t get used
to ruling without me.”

“Never.” I cupped her check running my finger across her bottom lip. “I could never
rule without you. I need you, physically, spiritually, and emotionally.”

“I need you, too, but I need to take care of Saige. I can’t—”

“Shh,” I murmured as I unbuckled her pants.

She moaned as I cupped her ass lifting her onto the table. “Liam we don’t have time . . .”

“I know.” I sighed. “I just need a taste to tide me over.”

Before she could speak, I pulled her pants and underwear down, kissing her forehead,
then her lips, before kissing the top of her breasts. I even bit one, causing her
to gasp as I played with her pussy.

“Liam . . .”

“Shut up, Mel,” I said, falling to my knees and allowing my tongue the pleasure of
tasting her.

She moaned as my tongue went deeper inside her, I could feel her rocking against my
face, begging for release. Her wetness dripped all over my fingers as I thrust them
into her.

“Fuck me, Liam . . .” She grabbed ahold of her breasts, pinching her nipples, while
riding me.

“What happened to not having time?”

“Make time.” She grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling me up to her face. Kissing
her made my dick beg for release. Knowing that she was tasting herself on my lips
was almost too much.

“You’ve had enough control for one day, love,” I whispered grabbing ahold of her breasts.
I wanted her to be my bitch, because she was my bitch. She pulled at my pants until
they finally dropped, allowing me the freedom I desired.

I pulled her off the table and flipped her around, falling to my knees again as I
kissed her ass before biting it and rising back up.

“Li . . . oww . . . ohh!” She screamed as I shoved my dick right into her ass.

“You’ve ticked me off,” I told her grabbing onto her hair as I slammed into her so
hard her ass jiggled, begging for me to slap it, which I had no other choice but to
do.

“You’ve captured my heart.” I pulled her up lifting her shirt and bra in order to
squeeze the fuck out of her breasts with my left hand. My right hand traveled down
her stomach to cup her wetness.

“Fuck, Liam . . .” She wrapped her arm around my neck.

“You’ve driven me half mad,” I said, biting her ear before pushing her back down onto
the table.

“You’ve made me fall in love with you.” Grabbing her waist, I slowed my thrusts only
for a second before I rammed into her again making her moan random words.

“You’ve made me into a monster.” I held on to her sides while I fucked her so hard
and fast, everything that was once on the table fell to the ground.

I fucked her over the map of the damn country, and she loved it so much she couldn’t
even speak. I fucked the words straight from her lips. She came not once, not twice,
not even three times, but four. Reaching back, she grabbed a fistful of my hair and
hoisted herself onto her knees, pressing into my chest. Her face was so close to mine
each time she came, her eyes would glaze over like she was reaching a new high. And
the look on her face, the look of a woman fucked beautifully was too much for me to
handle.

I pulled out of her, and she all but collapsed back onto the table as I came all over
her back and her ass. It was the most glorious thing I had ever seen.

“You fucking prick . . .” she said through gasps. She always pretended like she hated
when I came on her, but she secretly loved it. I had claimed her, and she loved when
it was my turn to dominate her almost as much as she loved making me her bitch.

Rising from the table, she did her best to stand straight, and I just smirked, running
my hand through my sweaty hair.

“Ten minutes . . . you could have done better.” She grinned, stripping her shirt and
using it as a towel.

“We’re on a time crunch, the faster we kill these mother fuckers the more time I will
have to make love to you later. I had to fuck you one more time for good measure.”
I snickered, pulling up my pants.

Walking into the bathroom, she shook her head at me. “You’ve had enough control for
the night. Next time, you’re my bitch.”

I couldn’t wait. I just had to make it through tonight. If the money, territory, and
revenge weren’t reason enough to kill Vance and his people, the thought of my Mel
controlling me was enough push me to kill anyone. This war would come to an end. I
would see to it, for the sake of her, and our future family.

MELODY

I had been waiting for this ever since I got out of the hospital. As Liam drove through
the plains of the African continent, I took in the night air. I had never felt so
alive in all my life. My moment with Liam was animalistic, lustful, and downright
pornographic, and yet it was just what I needed to breathe again. He made me feel
things that no other man ever could. I knew that no matter what happened, I was in
love with him.

He understood me. He loved me. And was everything I needed. I’m not sure if I could
ever show him how much. Truthfully, I wasn’t even sure if we were going to live. Yes,
we had it all planned out, and the ideas Liam added after our little fuck fest were
genius, but there was always a chance that things could go wrong. It was the truth
we all understood . . . sometimes you plan and still end up dying. There was nothing
you could do about things you didn’t know.

Liam never let go of my hand as we drove forward. To anyone else we had to be batshit
crazy. But for us, this was the only way this could end. We couldn’t wait hours on
end to strike back, this wasn’t some CIA mission. This was a battle—a war between
Mafia houses—and this time, Romeo and Juliet were on the right side.

Each passing moment as he drove felt like an hour, and by the time he put the car
into park under the tree and kissed my knuckles, I was all but jumping out of my skin.
I needed to get this over with. I needed to be me again, and the only way I knew how
to do that was to make them pay.

He reached into the backseat and pulled out two machine guns along with three different
sized clips before handing me one.

“Are you ready?” he asked, and it was a stupid question, because he knew the answer
already.

Flipping open the phone, I dialed quickly before snapping it in half. Neither of us
had to wait long before the small village shook so violently that we could feel it
in the car. Birds flew in the opposite direction along with anything else that lived.
Even the clouds covered the full moon as if God himself was trying not to look at
the hell we were unleashing. It took everything I had not to think about the day our
home shook that way. The white smoke spread around the building like a disease crawling
into every part of the home until a few men came running out guns drawn. The doses
were on the lower end of the scale. I didn’t want them to die. I wanted them to be
confused, dazed, and helpless.

Liam didn’t even hesitate, stepping out of the car with his gun clenched in his hands.
I jumped out as well, and we waited until more of them had no choice but to come stumbling
out before we unleashed a hail of gunfire.

Through a flash in the air, the dirt below us kicked into the air as Antonio, Neal,
and Jinx all hovered overhead. Handing me a gas mask, we walked forward with all the
ease in the world, as we were given cover. I could hear them cough trying to hack
out the poison in their lungs so I did them a favor by shooting them on sight.

We didn’t really give two fucks who it was. The moment something moved, we shot it
down. Vance and Saige would be in the safe room so there was no need to be careful.
After all, we wanted them to die slowly. Those bitches were hoping we would just forget
about them? Fuck no. Naked women screamed at the top of their lungs as they tried
to make their escape, well at least some of them did, the rest of them just sat down
and wept. The further we went down the hall, the hole that used to be my heart seemed
to beat against my chest.

It was only when we reached the double doors did Liam and I glance at each other before
kicking it in. There, naked and chained to the bed, was a man and a woman both panicking
and breathing in the toxins slowly. Vance disgusted me. Shooting at their chains the
man looked me dead in the eye before looking back at the wall.

“Run, you idiot,” Liam snapped, and they did, they ran as far as their naked legs
could take them.

Walking toward the end of the wall, Liam knocked. “Vance, are you alive back there?”
he asked, and when he got no answer, I placed a brick of C4 against the wall before
we both put the pillow against it. Falling back behind the dresser, we both grinned
at the sound of metal tearing against metal. We couldn’t move as a hail of bullets
came at us like a swarm of bees.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” she sang, and I wanted nothing more than to
rip her throat from her neck. But Liam held me back, gripping my thigh.

“You came looking for us?” She laughed. “Is this because I killed your poor
baby
? I’m not sorry. I would do it again!”

All I could see was red, and before Liam or even God himself could stop me, I jumped
out from behind the desk. She didn’t even hesitate before shooting, one bullet hit
me right in the chest, and had it not been for the bulletproof vest, I would have
been gone.

Ignoring the pain, I jumped up running forward before jump-kicking her right in the
face. Her body flew back into the mirror before sliding down. Grabbing the shard of
the mirror, she ran toward me, but Liam, the fucking controlling ass bitch, shot her
through the wrist.

“No!” I yelled at him. The redhead was mine.

He looked me over quickly before running into the safe room.

Saige, however, didn’t even take a second before she came at me with the large shard
of glass.

Dropping my gun, I punched her right in the nose, elbowed her in the neck, and power-kicked
her in the knees, sending her down. It was only when she was on her knees, did I draw
my own knee back and bring it full-force into her face.

She fell back, and just as I was about to grab onto her hair, a rope tied around my
neck, choking the life out of me.

“I’ve been waiting to do this since the first day I saw you,” Ryan hissed into my
ear as I struggled for air. The prick grabbed onto my breast. “I think I’ll only leave
you unconscious so that way you can wake up to me in you.”

Just as everything was going black, his grip on me was gone as his body fell back
to the ground a bullet through his skull. Liam stood in front of me, nose flaring
like a bull. Hell was once again reflected in his eyes. It was then that Saige thought
it would be a good idea to try to stab him, but before she could, I grabbed her arm
and twisted it until I heard a sickening pop and her arm went limp.

“Vance had a motorcycle, he’s gone,” Liam said, but I knew he was pissed. He wanted
this done yesterday.

“And you’ll never catch him,” Saige said, from her place beneath us . . . as she fucking
should be.

“You’re going to die soon, so I’m going to let you know this little fun fact.” I bent
down, looking into her eyes. “This is going to hurt, you’re going to cry, and right
as your soul leaves your body, you will cry out to God, and not even He will show
you mercy.”

With that, I punched her right in the face and her eyes rolled back.

Glancing up at Liam, he smirked throwing me his phone.

Guess who’s driving toward us,
the text read. I hated guessing, but just this once I would enjoy
playing along.

LIAM

“Vance, Vance, Vance.” I smiled at the bonded and gagged man in front of me. He looked
so weak, so . . . not worth my time. How there was ever a time where I dared worry
about him was beyond me. He was a sexually perverted old man with Russian friends.

“I’ve dreamt of killing you since I was child,” I told him, pulling the gag from his
mouth. “I thought about how many ways I could destroy you, and I have to say, this
was one of those ways.”

“You think this is over?” Vance asked, and Mel punched him in the jaw.

“Love, he’s mine to beat the shit out of.” I frowned at her. Rolling her eyes, she
held up her hands before leaning against the tree with Saige kneeling in front of
her.