Bitter Virtue||Book Two

Stepping In

Madison

"For fucks sake!" I scream as I watch Megan scramble back on her ass. When she tries to gain her footing, I charge towards her and plant my foot right in her face. Blood spews across the room as her head snaps back. "You see," I bend down and grab the lying bitch by her collar. "I've played coy. I've played nice with all of my lovers. Tried to hide who I was trained to become, who I was trained to fucking be, but you, Megan...you have opened up Pandora's box! Now I have to kill you!" I slam Megan's head into the ground hard, and the sound it makes is sickening. She cries out, begging me to stop but I do it again--the sound  even sicker this time. 

"Any last words," I ask as I drop the bitch and wrap my hands around her throat. 

"Fuck you, bitch. You know the Irish aren't only after your men, they are after you! You'll die soon you little whore!" Megan spits, her accent suddenly more Irish than any I have ever heard. I chuckle as I slowly tightening my grip. Megan, or whatever her real name is, begins to scramble in my arms but it's no use. I will not break my grip. I will not let her up. She will not live. 

Minutes tick by before the woman finally stops fighting me. Once I know the life is gone from her body, I hop to my feet. 

My hands go to my growing bump and I inhale deeply.

 Now I have to make a decision, do I make the phone call, or do I wait?

Kylen

"His vitals are regulated, sir." One of my nurses says to me as she walks into the kitchen of the main house. My eyes never leave Madison's face as I struggle with what she just told me. 

"Leave us." I snap without looking at the woman. She does as she is told to do, and then I speak. 

"I don't understand how she killed my good friend and got across the country with her shit, and ID." I murmur as I think about the bitch laying cold in the guest room. She isn't Megan, and Megan isn't answering her phone, so I can only assume that she's somewhere dead. 

"Look, I can make the call, but once I do, there is no going back. I'm in this. I have a role I will have to fulfil. There will be no question of it." Madison says and I shake my head. She's told me something about her life that she hasn't even told her husband. This woman is a princess. Not any fucking princess but the princess of the Mafia. Adopted into the family when she nine years old. Her adoptive father died when she graduated but Madison refused to take over as the first female don. She had found her love and life in Reece and she wasn't willing to let that go, is how she explained it. But they didn't forsake her. No, they've kept a close eye on her but they will not step in until Madison asks. 

The mafia gave her the option to call on them when she was in need, but once she did, she had to promise to take on her title. To take on her role, and that is some shit I really didn't bargain on dealing with in this life. It wouldn't take us away from any danger, it'd throw us clean into it. 

"I've seen Jameson, Kylen. He is out of commission for at least a month, that's if he survives the infections. Reece can not go at this alone. I want my family together." Madison says in a choked voice.

"You do understand what you are asking of us!?" I snap as I slam my fist down on the counter. "You said yourself that you didn't want your family in danger for the rest of your life! What you are suggesting...it-it's insane! You will throw us into a would of drugs, murder, money!"

"It's not like that you prick. Maybe stop reading the Mafia romance novels and think with your fucking head! If I run the Mafia, it will run my fucking way! I'll run it as clean as I possibly can without downing my empire!!"

I can't help the scoff that slips from me as I run a hand through my tangled hair. 

"How do you think you are going to get the Mafia to make clean money?" My voice holds every inch of the mock humor I feel. 

"Because they already do. No, it's not the cleanest money, but they only deal in weed and cocaine when it comes to drugs. If they kill someone, please understand that they deserve it. So stop acting like the Mafia is destroying cities. It isn't." Madison slams her palms on the table as she abruptly stands up to storm from the room but stops short. "You know, I don't need your permission, Kylen." 

"You do when you're holding my first born in your stomach," I say with a sigh. "Because I may not have put that amazing person inside of you, but you added me to this dynamic, so it's just as much mine as it is Jay's or Reece."

Silence fills the room as I bend to bury my head in my hands. Tears make my palms wet, and I can't help the sob that slips me when I feel Madison's arms wrap around my waist. 

"God, this is all so much." I say as I turn and wrap Madison up in my arms, my eyes screwed shut. I've never been extremely emotional, but I can't help it right now. 

Boots hitting marble floors let me know that the crew has showed up to dispose of the fake Megan. I turn my head to give them a brief nod as I cradle Madison's head to my chest. "You make the call Madison, but you have to promise me that you know what you are doing. That you know you can keep yourself, our child, and our lovers safe." 

"All I have to do is say a word, and it will be done." Madison says as she pulls back to wipe the tears from my face. "This is ending now, and then we will do what needs to me done to get our family back on track." 

Before I know it, I'm bending down, capturing Madison soft lips against mine. We both seem to moan in pleasure at the same time. The kiss is steady at first. Slow, sensual, full of what I know is love. Then...Madison bites my lip. I hiss then groan as I kiss her hard, cradling the back of her head in my hand. Closing my hand into a fist, I gently grip her hair, pulling her head back so that I can kiss and suck on her neck. 

"Now is not the time, my love, but once I have you," I whisper in a sultry tone right against Madison's ear. "I'm going to wreck this delicious pussy. I promise."

"Promises. Promises." Madison says as she giggles from my neck kisses.

I cherish the soft sound of those giggles, knowing that it may be a little while before I hear them again. 

Reece

"I don't need you breathing down my fucking neck." I gripe over my shoulder at Robert. The old man drops the cigarette from his mouth and puts it out with his foot. 

"Yea, well you think this last Kelly aint got an army by his side in there? You don't want me breathing down your fucking neck, boy, but I want mine when Jameson wakes up." I give a smirk that the old man doesn't see, as I slip into the dim lights of the lounge. The Kelly's sure know how to party, well at least the last Kelly does. This isn't some petty lounge, it's a sex lounge and I have an eye full of dick, and pussy galore. It does nothing for me. There isn't a single human woman on this planet that is more beautiful than my wife, and I'd be a fool to try and find two gorgeous men, with big dicks and hearts like Kylen and Jameson. 

"Kelly is in room six. He's expecting a hot piece of male ass," Robert says from behind me. "You get in, be that hot piece of ass, and inject the poison. Quick in and out before we are cornered in this motherfucker." 

"I know what the fuck to do." I snap without look at Robert. He slides the syringe into my hand and I slide it into my pocket as I put on my mask. 

"Be quick about it, son. I'm tired of dealing with these Irish fucks." The smile that spreads onto my face is menacing. I'm tired of dealing with these asshole as well, and fuck...I am ready to see my wife. Ready to see our daughter, ready to hold her hand. And nothing on this fucking planet, not a single Irish fuck in the world, will stop me from doing that.