A Bloody Kingdom (Ruthless People Book 4) (29 page)

“We are going to send the kids away in the morning,” I stated before drinking. “And not just to a safe house in the city, because it will be a bloodbath.”

She wanted to argue, but I was glad she didn’t. She just placed her hand over her mouth. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

FEDEL

The traitors.

They couldn’t even wait twenty-four hours before sucking up to this clown. In true Italian fashion, a full spread was out and wine was flowing from bottle to glass over and over again as we all stood in the backyard of Uncle Vinnie’s home. I had been there for an hour, one full fucking hour, and still all this motherfucker did was drink and listen as Uncle Vinnie and everyone told him about Orlando in his glory days.

“Your father was one of the strongest men I ever knew.” Uncle Vinnie placed his hand on his shoulder, speaking in Italian. “He put the fear in men even though he had no idea what fear was. There is no man better than an Italian man! There are no people like the Italian people. We took over the world. In every country you can find us; there is always a little Italy somewhere, he would say.”

“It is true,” Emilio replied, drinking.

“So I don’t understand.” Big Tony stepped into the yard, cigar in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other. “You knew all this time, you were a Giovanni and stayed away? Orlando knew about you and left you with some Mexican woman?”

“My mother was the sister of Marcos Felipe Carrasco, the drug lord known as El Rojo. He probably figured if anything could harden me fastest it would be a Latina with nothing and a bounty on her head.” He smiled about it, but I had worked for Melody long enough to know it was a fake sort of smile. He was bitter and pissed off, but masking it with grins, nods, and booze.

“What are you going to do now?” Big Tony pushed.

Uncle Vinnie glared at him as if he were about to smack him. “Tony—”

“No, it’s fine. Honestly, I’m just here to get to know my roots.”

Let me just call bullshit now.

“See. Nothing wrong here.” Vinnie nodded. “But this Chinese you are married—”

“We aren’t married. She was just…a very special friend.” He winked at them and they laughed; the joke must have gone over my head.

I was about to say something when Big Tony spoke up again. “Let us not pretend we don’t know what is going on here. After all, his
friend
shot Orlando’s daughter…and his grandchildren. Quite honestly I don’t give a fuck who he is, I just don’t want to see him. He isn’t one of us.”

“
Miserabili pezzi di merda
!” Uncle Vinnie hollered, facing him. “Must there be anything wrong? You are speaking to the one and only son of Orlando Giovanni. He is one of us. More so than that bitch spawning Irish babies with Irish names.”

“This is a dangerous road you are walking down my old friend. The devil we know is Melody. She has worked for us all, she has provided for us all; not once have I heard of an issue she has not addressed on our behalf. No Irishman is better off than us. We have peace. I’m not watching children get half their faces blown off all because you and everyone else here wants more!”

“The devil you know doesn’t care about you.” Emilio handed his glass to someone else and everything was now silent. “The devil you know only wants power for herself.”

“Everyone wants power for themselves.” I finally spoke up and for the first time since I’d arrived, it seemed like they noticed me. “That isn’t the issue. What is the problem is what happens when said people get that power. As we have stated, the boss has never once used that power to tear down her own.”

“The boss.” He snickered at that. “The boss of what? She’s the governor, a mommy. She handed over everything to Liam Callahan years ago. You know that. Isn’t it him you meet with now? She has you crawling to the man whose family nearly destroyed all of yours, a man whose only loyalty is to his own. If you want the truth, fine, have it: Melody Callahan will either step away from us peacefully, or I’m going to take power from her piece by piece.”

“How many good people are going to die in that process?” Big Tony asked him.

“Right now, just one.” He turned to face me and before I could move, he had already pulled out his gun.

BANG.

MELODY

“Oh, I’ve missed you all!” I wrapped my arms around my children, all of them now on my bed with me. Liam leaned on the bedpost, his arms crossed but a small grin on his face as he watched us.

“Mommy, they said we are leaving, why?” Dona played with my hair, twisting it. “I don’t wanna go again.”

“Me either,” Wyatt grumbled, crossing his hands. “I’m going to stay right here with you.”

“But Mommy and Daddy have work to do.” I poked his nose.

“You guys always have work, why is this different?” Ethan asked, of course, looking between Liam and me. Liam put his hand on his head before sitting down beside me.

“It’s…very complicated Ethan. But right now it’s not safe—”

“You said we are always safe in the city.” He pushed back, annoyed. “Is it the person that hurt Mom? I want to stay, Dad. Send Dona and Wyatt away.”

“HEY!” Dona and Wyatt yelled at him.

“If you stay I’m really staying!” Wyatt pushed his arm.

“You’re a kid!” Ethan pushed him back.

“So you are you.” Dona frowned.

He shook his head. “I’m a preteen.”

At that I rolled my eyes, laughing as I kissed his forehead. “You are also a kid, Ethan, a kid who has to go and look out for his siblings.”

“I want to stay,” Ethan said again.

“Ethan,” Liam spoke in his dad voice.

He got up. “Whatever—”

“Excuse you,” I snapped at him and he froze. “I know you are upset, but you do not disrespect us, am I clear? We said you are leaving for a while, that means you are leaving. This is not a democracy. You don’t get a vote. Sit down.”

They were all silent when there was a knock at the door. Liam rose to open it and I kissed their cheeks, one by one.

“Go to bed, I’ll be in later,” I said when Liam glanced back at me.

Quietly they jumped off our bed and left through the second door. I rose from the bed and saw that neither Declan nor Liam had wanted to fill me in on whatever it was. Instead, I walked to the front of the house and it seemed every maid and butler was inside. Cora stood at the door, rocking baby Darcy in her hands.

“What is going on?” I asked Liam. He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t have to. Once we got outside, I saw him.

Fedel. His body was right outside the family gates, a bullet right between his eyes. He wasn’t even pale yet.

“Melody.” Liam stepped beside me and yet I didn’t move or speak. I was frozen. He was just there, dead. Gone. Like that. Killed by the very people he protected, my people, our people; they’d murdered him.

They’d never stood behind me either.
All right, then
.

“This is the boy that brought him,” Neal stated. I glanced up to the twenty-something-year-old with short hair and glasses. He was so skinny he looked like the wind could blow him away at any second.

“Who are you?” I wanted to ask, but I couldn’t speak, so Liam asked for me.

“Frankie sir….uh, Frankie Severino, Fedel…he umm…he was training me. I mean I was his backup driver, but he was training me in other stuff too. He said I could come in handy some day…”

Him? Come in handy? For what? Comic-Con?

“I’m the best biochemist on this coast. Anything you want, I can make….uh I guess this isn’t the time. Just, yeah. That’s what I do. And you should know not all the Italians are with this new guy, ma’am. A lot of people are shocked and confused but mostly everyone is split. I know all the people who are still loyal. He shot Big Tony too, but he’s still alive. Some other guys took him to the hospital. But—”

“But?” I finally spoke.

He lifted up a bloody phone. “Fedel’s last recording. Emilio left a message for you, ma’am.”

Taking the phone from his hands, I pressed play.

“Little sis!” he yelled. “God, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to call you that. Anyway, sorry about your dog. I let his puppy live, he looks like a real Chihuahua, though. Remember that conversation we had earlier…I hope you take it a lot more seriously now. Who knew so many of our people hated your guts?”

I didn’t want to hear anymore so I just let it slip from my hand and turned around.

“Liam, looks like we got our answer,” I said to him.

The Irish and the Italians were out for blood again. There was nothing left to say, no words to describe this. For the moment, I would focus on my children. I knew Emilio well enough to know he would be after them, that he would try to take them from me, and I wouldn’t give him a chance.

“Mel…” Cora started to speak to me but I walked right past her. I had nothing to say to her. When I got to Ethan’s room, I paused, realizing my hands were shaking. From anger? Or grief? I wasn’t sure.

Fedel…

No. I couldn’t. Not now.

“Knock knock.” I poked my head inside, knowing he was upset with me, and of course, he flipped onto his side, playing with his video games. Sighing deeply and loudly as I walked toward him, I sat down hard on the edge of his bed. He bounced but still didn’t look at me.

“
Mio bel leoncino
.” Falling back onto his pillows, I glanced up at the canopy of his bed. “Are you upset with me?”

No answer. Instead, I heard the engine of the race car in the game speed up.

“It’s okay if you are, I’m not changing my mind. You can’t stay—”

“Mom!” He groaned, sitting up and glaring at me.

“Yes?” I asked softly, trying not to smile.

“Why? I’m older—”

“Because I love you,” I said. He froze, a frown on his lips.

“You can’t just say that, it’s not fair.” He pouted, lying back down next to me, and I brushed my hands through his soft hair.

“I can say it because it’s true,” I whispered, my heart hurting again. “I love you so much Ethan, even I can’t put it into words. You are my son, my first child, and the thought of anything happening to you…it scares me so much Ethan that I sometimes can’t sleep at night. You know Mom and Dad do things other people think are bad right?”

He nodded, his head beside me as he wrapped his arms around me. “But Dad says sometimes we need to do bad things to get good results. If he doesn’t do it, someone else would, and we could get hurt.”

Sounds like a completely Liam answer.

“He’s right.” I would have told him the same thing. “And for the most part, Dad and I have things under control. But sometimes people hate us for it and they want to hurt us the only way they can, and that is to hurt the people we love the most. People like you.”

“So you’re sending us away.”

I nodded. “I’m sending you away so Dad and I can do what we need to do and not worry that you aren’t safe. Grow older and be stronger, and no one will make you hide again.”

“Fine. But when I’m older, I’m going to fight them for doing this to you.” He jumped up, happily staring me down.

“Deal.” I extended my hand, rising from the bed. He shook it tightly before crawling under the sheets. “Do you want me to tuck you in?”

“No, Mom,” he said, and it felt like he was going to add a “duh” to the end of it. Leaning over, I kissed his forehead.

“Love you,
mio bel leoncino
.”

“Love you too.” He yawned, rolling onto his side and forgetting about his video game. Reaching over, I grabbed it, turned it off, and put it on his bedside table.

Leaving his room, I entered Donatella and Wyatt’s. Dona was fighting sleep as their nanny brushed her hair. Her head bobbed back and forth.

“I got her,” I told the maid, who said nothing, just placed the brush down and left the room.

“Mommy.” Dona grinned, reaching up for me. She was so cute sometimes. When I picked her up, her legs and arms wrapped around me as I carried her to her bed. I noticed how heavy she now was in my arms. I remembered when she was so tiny, much smaller than both Ethan and Wyatt, and I was worried I was going to hurt her.

“Mommy. I can swim more now,” she whispered.

“That a girl,” I whispered as Wyatt lifted her sheets for her before I laid her down. “So you will be faster than me.”

She giggled, “Not possible, Mommy, you are like a fish. Daddy says you drink the water as you go.”

“Not true and don’t try it, you will get sick.” I brushed the side of her face. “Do you want anything?”

She yawned, rubbing her nose. “For Ethan and Wyatt to stop fighting.”

“Hey!” Wyatt grumbled behind me.

I twisted my hands in front of her face over and over before blowing into her eyes. “There, I’m giving you the power to step in and stop them any way you can.”

“I’m going to kick them.” She grinned and I laughed, kissing her head.

“Do what you gotta do.”

“Mommy, no, she really will kick us!” Wyatt groaned as I moved to his bed.

“Or you and your brother won’t fight and she won’t have to.” He didn’t say anything, just crossed his arms and lay on his back. “It’s not my fault.”

“Oh really?”

He twisted his lip to his side.

“Wyatt.”

“It’s kinda both of our faults,” he conceded.

Leaning in close to him, I whispered, “I’m going to tell you a secret and you can never tell your sister or brother.”

His eyes went wide and he flipped over to stare me in the eyes. “What?”

“Of all my children, you, Wyatt, are my favorite.”

His mouth opened and then closed again before a slow smile spread across his lips. “Really?”

“You want to know why?” I asked, and he nodded, moving closer. “Because of all my children, I understand you the most. Ethan is very much like your dad and has everyone backing him. Dona is surrounded by people who always defend her. But you, Wyatt, are like me; you see everything and ask, ‘Where do I fit?
’
When you figure it out, there is going to be no stopping you.”

He didn’t seem to understand but was just proud that he was my favorite. It was true; I loved him because he was so much like me. Soon his breathing relaxed, and so did mine; before I realized it, I was falling asleep too.