The Untouchables
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“Melody?”
Silence.
“Mel?”
Silence.
“Wife, answer me!”
I didn’t want her to be gone. I couldn’t handle her being gone. It felt as though my body was too heavy to stay upright on its own, like the world was crushing my lungs. The phone, like everything I held dear to me, slipped out of my hands. When had everything gone so wrong? When had I failed? How could she just leave? What had happen to her?
“Liam.”
“WHAT!” I yelled so loudly that Ethan jumped before letting out cries, and part of me wanted to join him. Taking him into my arms, I wrapped myself around his tiny body. “I’m sorry, kiddo,” I whispered into his ear.
“Son,” My father stepped in, “The police have a warrant out for your arrest. They will be here in thirty minutes. We need—”
“Make sure all our rooms are secured and I’ll be out in twenty-five minutes. Send Mother in.”
“Liam, you can’t be—”
“Goodbye, Father,” I said to him, taking a seat in the rocking chair. Staring at the big eyes looking back at me, I tried to think of what I was going to say to my son.
“Your mother and I are starting this parenting thing badly,” I told him when the door closed. “But we’ll make it up to you, I swear. I hope when you’re my age you look back and all you see is us, that we didn’t miss anything. Rule number six: sometimes in order to win, you have to lose.”
He smiled and for a moment, and it was like he could read my mind. He reached out for me and I kissed his hands as I cradled his little head.
“Don’t worry, you’ll never learn them all. I think my father made them up as he went.” I rocked him until his eyes drifted closed.
He was another thing I didn’t want to let go of. Placing him back in his crib, I fixed my suit and brushed my hair just as my mother walked in, fire burning in her eyes.
“Your father says you’ve lost your mind.”
I kissed her cheek. “I don’t want Olivia to touch him. Neal either, for that matter. Please, keep him safe until this is over, or I get out, whichever happens first.”
She slapped me. “So you have lost your mind. Liam, we can call the lawyer, make bail. Just because they arrest you doesn’t mean this is over. They still have to prove you’re guilty. That’s democracy.”
“Mom, no judge will give me bail. I will be gone for a while until I prove my innocence. But if it makes you feel better, call the lawyer.”
Looking back at Ethan once more, I walked out to find my whole family lining the hall, each of them just as angry as my mother.
“Make sure nothing derails Senator Colemen from becoming President, am I understood?”
“Fuck that!” Neal snapped. “What about you? You can’t just walk out there. Have you lost your fucking mind?”
“I second that.” Declan walked up, trying to read me. Leaning in, he whispered, “Is there a plan here? You have an endgame, right?”
“Just to proclaim my innocence to whoever will listen,” I said. “Don’t break anything while I’m gone.”
Walking down the hall, every servant came out to watch as well. They poked out of rooms, and even froze on the grand stairs as I walked towards the door. Among them, the little boy I smuggled over was holding onto his mother’s dress.
“It wasn’t me. I swear, sir. I swear,” she cried, holding him closer to her.
BOOM.
BOOM.
BOOM.
“Mr. Liam Callahan, this is the Chicago Police Department, we have a warrant for your arrest in the murder of Melody Nicci Giovanni Callahan.”
Opening the door, I walked out into the sea of flashing lights.
EPILOGUE
“To betray you must first belong.”
—Harold Kim Philby
OLIVIA
The cheers made the stage we stood upon rumble with such force that I had to hold onto Neal. I squinted against the flashing lights in order to see straight.
“Thank you, America!” my father yelled, riling them up even more. “I am proud, honored, and so blessed to be your President. It’s been a long and strange journey, but together we will change America for the better. We will make this country—that city on the hill—great once again.”
“How much longer is this going to take?” Neal whispered as he leaned into me. I wanted to roll my eyes.
Where did he have to go?
“Neal, the judge denied bail. Your brother is going to spend the next five months in jail before the trial. Right now, this is a win. A bloody good win when we so badly need one, so smile for the damn cameras.” Leaning away for him, I took a small step forward, waving and smiling at all the people who came to see us. The Colemens, the first daughter of the fucking President of the United States, we did it.
How big is my crown now?
“I am smiling, dear. But I will not just forget about my brother. That judge needs to go—”
“Can we talk about this later?” Why couldn’t he just let it go? Liam wouldn’t give two shits if he were arrested. The judge was a hard ass and I loved her for it. She wanted Liam behind bars as much as I did. Now if Evelyn would just let go of Ethan, everything would be perfect.
I would handle that later.
When my father took a step back, I applauded even louder, wrapping my arm around Neal’s as we were led backstage where Mina stood, suited up with her head set and clapping like a seal. Everyone around her stopped to take pictures of my father.
“Mr. President.”
“POTUS.”
My father is the President.
“Olivia, I’ve got to go,” Neal said, pulling away as everyone focused in on my father.
Grabbing him by the arm, I pulled him into the hall, but it was just as full of people as inside. He didn’t even blink as he broke free of me before heading over to the elevator.
“Neal,” I hissed, stomping over to him.
He shook his head as he waited for the golden doors to open. It was the only place we were going to get a damn moment, so I just bit my lip tapping my heels on the marble until we stepped in.
“I don’t want to hear it, Olivia.”
“Neal, my father just won the election! And you want to go back into your basement with Declan and Sedric trying to figure out how to save that idiot!”
“OLIVIA!” His hand hovered over my neck as he breathed through his nose and tried to hold himself back.
“Neal, he’s not even trying! It’s like he wants to be in that cell. Tell me when are you going to stop wasting your time, and mine, on a brother who doesn’t give a shit!”
He shook his head, and pulled off his red tie before he stepped out of the metal box on the ground floor where his black Mercedes was already waiting for him.
“Neal, please stay, or at least bring Ethan so we can all take photos.”
“I’ll see you at home, Olivia,” he said as Fedel held open the door for him. “But don’t forget it was my idiot brother who took your useless father and made him President.”
The door shut. Fedel’s eyes burned into mine before he got into the driver’s seat.
“UGH!” I screamed as his tail lights faded out of the garage. It made me want to take off my Prada pumps and throw them after him.
Just as I was turning around, a black Lincoln came up slowly. Stepping forward, I waited until I could see my reflection in the tinted glass. The door opened, waiting for me to take a seat. Taking a deep breath, I slid in. “So I finally get to meet the face behind the voice.”
He turned to me. His graying hair, deep brown eyes and crisp suit all looked so familiar to me. He sat there drinking from his crystal cup, completely relaxed and amused.
“Olivia Colemen Callahan. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He gave me his hand, but I didn’t shake. I just waited.
“The moment Liam was arrested, you popped up. And I think you’re the one who got the judge to sign off declining his bail. So, who are you?
I’ve seen your face before…are you a rival boss?”
He smiled, shaking his head and staring out the window. “No, I’m not a rival boss. Or at least not a boss of the Mafia.”
“Then who are you?”
Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out a small card and handed it to me.
Avian Doers, director of the FBI.
Shit.
“I want a deal.”
“Flip it over, my dear,” he said, leaning back.
It felt like it had taken me longer than it should have to flip the business card over with my red nails. But when I did, I froze. He had written his true name on it.
“You’re Ivan,” I whispered.
“Now, let’s talk about a different type of deal.”
AMERICAN SAVAGES
(Ruthless People #3)
MARCH 19, 2015
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
J.J. McAvoy was born in Montreal, Canada, and currently studies humanities at Carleton University. As a child, she wrote poetry, where some of her works were published in local newsletters. J.J.’s life passion with literature has always been the role of tragic and anti-hero characters. In her series, Ruthless People, she aims to push the boundaries not only with her characters, but with also readers. She is currently working on the final Ruthless People novel, American Savages, and hopes the closer to the series will leave everyone jaws on the floor.
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
To the army of people who helped make this book possible: Natanya, my agent, Amber and Nicolette, my editors, and the Ruthless People fans who have been with me from the very beginning and have supported me through hell and high water, thank you all so much. When I say this book could not have been written without you all, I truly mean it. It has been an absolute roller coaster of emotions since I started this journey with you all, I would not trade it for the world.
Table of Contents
COPYRIGHT
TABLE OF CONTENTS
DEDICATION
PROLOGUE
MELODY
ONE
LIAM
MELODY
LIAM
TWO
OLIVIA
THREE
MELODY
FOUR
LIAM
MELODY
LIAM
FIVE
MELODY
LIAM
MELODY
LIAM
SIX
DECLAN
CORALINE
SEVEN
LIAM
MELODY
LIAM
MELODY
EIGHT
EVELYN
SEDRIC
NINE
LIAM
TEN
FEDEL
MELODY
LIAM
ELEVEN
LIAM
MELODY
LIAM
TWELVE
NEAL
SEDRIC
DECLAN
THIRTEEN
LIAM
MELODY
LIAM
FOURTEEN
LIAM
MELODY
LIAM
MELODY
FIFTEEN
NEAL
OLIVIA
SIXTEEN
LIAM
MELODY
LIAM
SEVENTEEN
NEAL
EIGHTEEN
JINX
MELODY
LIAM
NINETEEN
MELODY
LIAM
TWENTY
DECLAN
TWENTY-ONE
MELODY
LIAM
MELODY
TWENTY-TWO
MELODY
LIAM
TWENTY-THREE
CORALINE
OLIVIA
DECLAN
TWENTY-FOUR
LIAM
BEAU
MELODY
TWENTY-FIVE
NEAL
TWENTY-SIX
MELODY
LIAM
TWENTY-SEVEN
DECLAN
TWENTY-EIGHT
LIAM
MELODY
LIAM
TWENTY-NINE
MELODY
LIAM
THIRTY
NEAL
DECLAN
THIRTY-ONE
MELODY
LIAM
MELODY
THIRTY-TWO
LIAM
MELODY
LIAM
THIRTY-THREE
SEDRIC
DECLAN
THIRTY-FOUR
LIAM
MELODY
THIRTY-FIVE
MELODY
LIAM
MELODY
LIAM
THIRTY-SIX
OLIVIA
THIRTY-SEVEN
SCOOTER
THIRTY-EIGHT
LIAM
MELODY
LIAM
EPILOGUE
OLIVIA
AMERICAN SAVAGES
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS