The Untouchables

  “My fellow Americans, as hard as it is to stand here in front of you, I have no other choice. My husband was a strong man, who would never bend to the will of terrorists and criminals. I believe it is truly because of him that I have found the will to say to the man who pulled that trigger: you will not win. You will not silence the greatest democracy on the planet with a bullet. For in killing my husband, you have awakened the beast in me. I will run for President. I will take my husband’s torch to the finish line, and you will not silence America!”

  “Oh, Fuck,” Olivia and I said together.

  “My thoughts exactly,” Mel stated. “There you have it. The speech heard around the world! Do you want to know who she looks like? Jackie O. Do you want know which first lady all of American loves so dearly? Jackie fucking O. So how fine are you fucking feeling right now, Neal? Because on the scale of pissed to motherfucking enraged, I’m ready to fucking explode!”

  Pulling the phone from my ear, I tried my best not to flinch. “Mel, what do you want me to do?”

  “Get off your fat ass and work or so help me—I don’t care what you do. I would suggest during Colemen’s pretty speech to put two bullets in him and even the fucking playing field again—”

  Before I could stop her Olivia grabbed the phone from me.

  “Have you lost your fucking mind? That’s my father!”

  “I’ll buy you a new one,” I heard Melody say. “Now get the fuck off the phone, you’re wasting my bloody minutes.”

  “Boss,” I said, grabbing the phone before Olivia smashed it against the wall. “I’m…”

  “Did Liam and I not tell you how important it was for us to secure the presidency, Neal? It could be Mrs. Colemen as President or you could aim for Colemen’s legs. All I know is, if you have a better idea, start working on it, because if I have to jump my pregnant ass across the pond to do it myself, I sure as fucking hell will. As for the drugs, make them move. Sell them at half the damn price if you have to. But the longer we sit on it, the weaker we look and the more money we lose. Junkies don’t care that the President is dead, they just want their fix and what the customer wants, they get!” And with that she was gone.

  “She’s a monster!” Olivia screamed as I hung up, grabbing my tie and walking towards the door.

  “Neal! What are you going to do?”

  I didn’t answer her because in all honesty I wasn’t even sure. So much for having power.

  EIGHTEEN

  “Sometimes you have to pick the gun up to put the gun down.”

  —Malcolm X

  JINX

  I don’t like people. I don’t like being around them, and I don’t like walking amongst them. My place has always been in the sky. I was born in the sky, somewhere over Vermont of all places. My mother gave birth to me on a plane, and since then, that’s the place I’ve tried to stay. Being a first generation Italian to a nearly blind mother and a deadbeat alcoholic father, there wasn’t much room for me to spread my wings as child. My days were spent trying to stop my father from killing my mother, and my mother from killing herself.

  It was only when I turned eighteen that I left. I kissed my mother goodbye, left my father a six-pack and joined the Air Force. Days became weeks, weeks became months, and sooner than I could blink, I was dripping in medals of honor. Time flies when you’re having fun, and it flies even faster when you live thirty-six thousand feet high. My job was second nature to me; I would have done it for free.

  I got my nickname Jinx because no matter how hard someone tried to outshine me, they would fail. I would steal away their look. At bars the women would leave the other guys to be around me. In the air, no one could get near me in drills without something going wrong. To me it was luck, to them I was Jinx.

  Life was good, until I found out the bambolina I was seeing was pregnant, just as I was given another assignment. The last thing I told her was to keep the baby and we would talk about it later.

  Drop the package over North Korea, come home, get married, be the father mine failed to be, and live a happy middle class life like everyone else. But, that day never came, because apparently, I died…or at least the government said I did.

  Moments after I dropped the package, I was shot out the sky like a duck during hunting season. They pulled me from the mangled, smoldering machine I had once called my baby, and tortured me. But I took that one for my country, thinking they would come and rescue me. They had to. Day in and day out, for four years I was beaten within an inch of my life, always asked the same questions over and over again.

  “The guns! Who wants the guns?” I didn’t know it then, but the package I had dropped was filled with American weapons to arm Korean rebels. America wasn’t coming to my aid. They would deny to their dying breaths that I was even in Korean air space.

  They had chosen me not because I was good, but because I looked foreign enough and stupid enough not to ask questions. So for four years I did my time in Hell, only to escape during a small riot. I ran for hours doing my best not to be seen, blending in with those trying to leave the country. In South Korea, it took me four more years and a fake passport to finally make it back to the “land of the free, home of the brave.”

  I found out that not only had the world moved on, but that I no longer mattered within it. Everything once bearing my name was gone; my identity was wiped clean. Somewhere in Vermont, both my parents were dead, my father killing my mother and then himself. The woman and child I had left behind had moved on without me. They were happy…who was I to take that away from them? So I was alone.

  I wandered the streets, doing odd jobs here and there all over the country. I lived under bridges, I ate from dumpsters, and on occasion, I would shower in subway bathrooms. My luck had turned and now I truly felt nothing but jinxed.

  Then, one day, as I lay at my spot behind the dumpster, I watched as a white Tahoe sped into my ally. In front of it, some poor Irish mutt looked for a way out. He begged the white Tahoe as if he were speaking to a God, claiming he would get her money back. He swore on his life, but it did him no good. Instead, it drove over him as if he were nothing but a rat. I would never forget the sound of his screams, muffled by the blood in his mouth, nor would I ever forget the look in her eyes as she stepped out of the driver’s seat to look at her handy work. Realizing I was now a witness, I was pulled from my makeshift home and made to kneel before her.

  She looked at me, not saying a word as she held a gun to my head; I could feel nothing but gratitude. But she didn’t pull the trigger. Instead she looked at my dog tags—the meager remnants of my past.

  “Why is an Air Force Lieutenant living behind a dumpster?” she asked.

  I stared at her seriously and simply said, “Budget cuts.”

  A few of her men snickered, but not her. She didn’t even crack a smile. She stared at me as though she could really see me.

  “Lieutenant…”

  “Jinx.”

  She glared. “Well Jinx, how would you like to join my army?”

  “Do I have a choice?” After all, I already had a gun to my head.

  “We all have a choice. Yours is simple: spend the rest of your days living in filth or join me and walk on water.”

  I had nothing left to lose. She saw something in me, and because of that, I had my wings back. Flying for the first time after years of being grounded was its own personal high. She gave me what I needed, and in return she had my loyalty. I would die for her and yet there were times…

  MELODY

  Walking slowly through the wet grass, I came to a stop beside Jinx, staring past the cliffs into the sky, hills and lakes. I had to give it to the Irish: their country was beautiful…and green, very green.

  “Thinking of jumping, Jinx?” I asked softly as the wind blew by us with a howl.

  He snickered beside me, the wind blowing his dirty, blonde, shoulder length hair. “I’m sure you could find a new pilot, ma’am.”

  Grabbing his arm, I forced him away from the cloud
s to meet my gaze. The wind picked up, but we just stared at each other. In that moment, his blue eyes looked just as broken as the day I met him.

  “You’re in that dark place, Jinx,” I stated looking away from him, “Your daughter?”

  “Yes. I should be proud, shouldn’t I? She doesn’t want or need my money.”

  Smiling, I looked up to the sky. “Feminist then.”

  “God forbid.” He spat over the cliff’s edge and I simply laughed, opening my arms and allowing the wind to blow past me again.

  For miles, all I could smell was fresh grass and seawater. It made me want to fly…it was like I was flying.

  “Careful, ma’am,” he whispered, grabbing onto my waist.

  “Shh, Jinx,” I muttered, pushing his hands away. “I’m on top of the world.”

  It was peaceful on the edge. My life was even more chaotic than I had ever imagined.

  “Wife.”

  And just like that, my peace was gone.

  Turning, there stood my husband, in nothing but jeans and a white button down shirt. The wind blew through his hair, pushing it back, making his eyes look glazed over as he glared at Jinx.

  “Go help Fedel. Now.” He snapped at him, nostrils flaring.

  Jinx looked to me, eyebrow raised, before walking off toward the house. Liam watched him like a lion stalking its prey, cautious of any sudden movements. It wasn’t until Jinx was far out of earshot that he gave me his attention again.

  “Have you slept with him?” he hissed through clenched teeth.

  Seriously? He’s jealous? “I haven’t slept with him since you entered my life, husband.”

  Brushing the side of my cheek, he hovered over my lips, stealing the air from the small bubble surrounding us. “That’s not an answer, wife.”

  “It is an answer. Just not the one you want to hear,” I said before closing the gap between our lips. He pulled me closer to him, grabbing my ass and hair.

  “You…”

  “Let it go. Liam. My past is my past. Yours is yours. You don’t see me giving all the women you’ve slept with the evil eye.” If I did, my face would be stuck in a permanent scowl.

  “With the exception of Natasha.”

  “That wasn’t my fault, she came for seconds.”

  “I don’t want you to be alone with him.”

  And we were back on Jinx.

  “Too bad,” I replied, breaking free of his arms and walking towards the house.

  “I’m serious, Melody,” he hollered. He was just going to have to get over it. I could feel him stomping through the grass behind me. I could always feel him, even when I didn’t want to. The men of my past were none of his concern. He knew damn well I wasn’t a virgin when I met him. The stupid double-standard-having misogynistic asshole.

  “Trouble in paradise?” Declan asked innocently, leaning on the frame of the cabin door, wiping his hands with an old rag.

  “You call this paradise?” I asked, glancing around the home that had once belonged to Shamus. It was nothing but a three bedroom stone cabin parked on top of a grass cliff with a few sheep and chickens. I now knew why Coraline hated it here and wanted the castle. It wasn’t by any means glamorous; it was like stepping back into the dark ages, or becoming Amish.

  All the furniture was handcrafted and the only light came from candles. This morning, Evelyn had milked a sheep, and I half expected Sedric to go hunting with some form of Irish militia. It was funny, you could always spot a cop or a mobster by where they chose to live. Shamus made sure he could see the town from his front door and nothing but open sky at his back.

  “Sometimes, getting away from the city is paradise,” Declan whispered, taking a deep breath.

  “For the weak maybe.” For those like me, the cities were paradise. The only place you could find heaven and hell on the same block.

  He shook his head, gazing at his brother. “What have you done to him now?”

  “Nothing, but remind him what decade we’re from.”

  “Yes, the one where women fuck their employees and wonder why they don’t get any fucking respect,” Liam snapped, brushing past his cousin to get inside.

  Declan glanced at me before walking away quickly. At least one of them was smart.

  Deep breaths, Mel.

  “What the fuck is your problem, Liam!” I snapped, following him.

  “What the fuck is my problem?” he roared from the kitchen table. “I come outside to find my wife, MINE, laughing and smiling with another man like an airheaded teenage girl! Not your fake smiles either, your real ones. The ones you give me and me alone, not some homeless prick you hired years ago! It was disgusting—”

  I didn’t even try and stop myself. Instead, my fist connected with his nose and I reveled in the pop that sounded after.

  “You are walking a fine line!” I screamed, as he held his nose, the blood dripping down his hand. “Nothing you say, and no matter how loud you say it, will change my past, nor do I want it to. Did I sleep with Jinx? Yes. Was in love with him? Did I draw hearts around our names and daydream about marrying him? No. It was sex. It was years ago.”

  “Have you slept with all of them?” he asked, wiping the blood from his face with his sleeve.

  “Fuck you,” I hissed as someone knocked. “Go away!”

  “Come in!” Liam countered.

  We glared at each other before Fedel opened the door.

  “Have you ever fucked my wife?” Liam asked.

  “Don’t answer that and get OUT!”

  “STAY!”

  “I swear to God Almighty, Fedel, I will cut you up and feed you to the damn chickens if you answer that question!”

  He could only stare wide-eyed between us before turning to Liam. “We found the Briars, they’re in the foothills just north of here. Monte went ahead to make sure they didn’t try to flee.”

  With that, he left as quickly as possible, leaving only silence between us.

  “You want me to be ashamed of myself? You want me to say I’m sorry? No. I won’t, because then I would be lying to you.”

  “If you will excuse me, wife, I have to go find out about my mistress, at least with her I can expect to be screwed over,” he said before leaving. “And I’m taking Jinx with me!”

  Sighing, I ran my hand through my hair. “Aren’t I supposed to be the hormonal one?”

  “Don’t mind him,” Sedric laughed, walking down the stairs with Evelyn at his side. “He’s cursed with the Callahan jealousy.”

  “First, the what?” I asked. “And second, where are you both going?” It was the middle of the afternoon and they were both dressed as though they were going to see the queen.

  “We’re going to the festival tonight in town and the curse is more of an excuse Sedric uses to justify why he always lost his mind when another man touched me when I was pregnant.” Evelyn laughed, as she slipped her ruby earrings into their place.

  “I did not lose my mind,” he huffed, trying to fix his bow tie, “I expressed my displeasure with those who came too close.”

  “You almost broke the hand of a host who took my coat!” Evelyn chuckled.

  “The only reason why a man would take that long to help you out of your coat is if he had a shoulder fetish.”

  “I was seven months pregnant, Sedric, it took him so long because I could barely move.”

  Shaking my head, I took a seat at the table. “I’m sorry I asked.”

  They both turned, as if they had forgotten I was there. They very well could have on their stroll through memory lane.

  Gliding over to me, Evelyn kissed my cheek. “What we’re trying to say is, Liam is going to get a little more possessive of you with your child on the way. He doesn’t mean to be, and he probably has no idea why he’s acting this way.”

  “Can’t I just sedate him for the remaining six months?” If not, I might not make it.

  Sedric snickered. “And deal with all of that rage at once? You’re safer taking it in doses.”


  “If that fails, marijuana cookies work wonders,” she grinned, causing Sedric’s face to drop.

  “You drugged me?” he yelled.

  Standing quickly, Evelyn strode towards the door. “Come, love, we don’t want to be late. I’m sure Mel would love some quiet time.”

  “Evelyn.” He stalked forward, but she was gone, running as quickly as she could, laughing all the way. He winked at me before running after her.

  “This is one fucked up family,” I alleged, rubbing my stomach. I tried to imagine its future with us, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t see how this would work…especially if I killed its father.

  “You’re not allowed to be crazy, you hear me?” I murmured down to it before standing. However, I froze, staring wide-eyed at my stomach.

  “Mel?” Declan and Coraline called, stepping in also dressed to impress. What kind of festival was this?

  “Are you okay?” Coraline exclaimed, rushing beside me.

  “No. Yes. I’m fine, the baby just moved… I think it heard me.” No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop the large smile from blossoming.

  It felt weird, but a good kind of weird.

  “Can I feel—”

  “No,” I snapped, harsher than I meant to. “Liam’s already in a prissy mood, he should feel it next. Declan, is the Internet working again?”

  “Yeah, so are the phones. The wiring in this house is shit, but it should be more stable now.”

  “Well then, when you’re done dancing in the streets, check up on our friend Roy.”

  LIAM

  I could easily slit his throat from here, I thought as I stared daggers into the back of his skull.

  He touched her. He was with her at one point before me, and it made my blood boil. The way he stared at her on that cliff, and the very fact he had touched her waist was enough to make me want to rip his head from his neck.

  “This is it.” Fedel parked and Jinx stepped out, opening the door for me with no emotion displayed on his face. He stood shoulder to shoulder to me.

  “I’m inclined to kill you,” I told him, rolling up my selves.