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who will come next?” He snapped.
    My mind was spinning.
    “You should have told me,” I whispered, trying to think, but I was drawing a blank. “You were fucking out of line! How dare you Liam! Who the hell do you think you are?”
    “YOUR HUSBAND!” he roared back, “You want an apology? Ask your mother, better yet, ask your bloody father. They were the ones lying to you for years , not me! I did what I had to do. You would have emotionally compromised everything. Not because you’re weak, but because you’re human. Everything you are is a product of what happened to you. You are who you are because your mother was supposedly murdered. But she wasn’t. Finding that out—”
    “You think you know me! What, after only a year? Screw you, Liam Callahan. I am who I am because I made myself this way. I had a right to know! But instead, you went behind my back like a two bit crack-headed bitch.” My whole body shook, all I could see was red.
    “I went behind your back because I wanted to come to you with all of the information, not half of it. Why? Because I knew you would overact!”
    He thought I was overreacting?
    “This is me overreacting,” I hissed, pointing my gun at him.
    “Mel—”
    I fired.
    Fuck him! Fuck them all.

FOUR
    “Honestly, I don’t understand why people get
    so worked up about a little murder!”
    —Patricia Highsmith
     

LIAM
    “BITCH!” I yelled, as I grabbed my thigh. This was the second time this woman—this goddamn cursed wife of mine—had shot me. The bullet grazed my inner thigh, but it still hurt like a motherfucker…damn her. If it weren’t for her damn silencer, the whole goddamn hotel would have heard. I had noticed both Declan and Coraline make their escape.
    “Now you have a matching set.” She glared, and without thinking, I lunged for her legs like a damned linebacker¸ forcing her to the ground and pinning her arms down.
    “You’re getting on my last damn nerve woman!” I hollered as she clawed at me.
    “I could say the same about you!”
    “I swear to God almighty, if you do not calm the fuck down, I will beat the shit out of you.” Great now I sounded like a wife beater . However, she wasn’t any woman, she was Melody. Even the devil pitied me.
    She glared up at me with a rage so deep, her brown eyes looked pure black. She struggled, trying to push me away, but despite her skills, she was still much smaller than I was.
    Finally , I thought, when it looked like she had given up, but like a damn piranha, the bitch bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste blood. In that moment, I released her hands, and she took the opportunity to punch me in the throat before kicking me off of her.
    “Swear to whatever God you want,” she hissed, right before stretching out her legs to kick me.
    I grabbed one and slammed her into a wall. She reached for the lamp and threw it at my head. Reacting quickly, I ducked only to come back up to have her foot collide with my jaw.
    Wiping the blood from my chin, I was done. When she tried to kick me again, I grabbed onto her arm and pulled her into me before ramming her body right into the mirror. It shattered on impact. Liked a damned snake, she wrapped her body around mine, squeezing tightly, making it almost impossible for me to shake her loose.
    Spinning to another wall, I again rammed her back against it and her hold on me slipped just enough for me to push her back. Gripping onto her neck, I held my gun to her skull.
    The look in her eyes haunted me; they were no longer dark, but full of a pain that was killing her anger, and chipping away at mine.
    “Do it,” she demanded. “Pull the trigger, Liam.”
    “You’re insane,” I told her before kissing her hard. She had to be insane to think I would ever want to kill her; that I would even consider pulling the trigger…that I would ever betray her. I wanted nothing more than to make her calm down, to let her know I loved her. She was just too damn hard-headed and