“He’ll kill us, and I really want my smoothie on the roof.”
He froze. He just kept staring at me, not even blinking, and I was sure that was why a tear came out of his left eye. They must have been burning with how long he kept them open.
“Liam, you looking at me like that is freaking me out.” Still nothing. “GO—”
He kissed me hard and I didn’t like it, not at all, but I kissed him back.
“If you die I will never forgive you, wife. Never,” he said when he broke away, pulling off his suit jacket and placing it over me.
I didn’t answer, just nodded…but I hoped to God he would forgive me. I waited until I saw him leave before I broke out into tears, sobbing for the first time in so long.
“Ugh…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I whispered over and over again, Ethan, Dona, and Wyatt on my mind.
LIAM
9:17 AM
I was on fire…or at least, that’s what it felt like. My whole body ached, but not as badly as my leg did. I was now one hundred percent sure I had broken it, but that was nothing in comparison to the excruciating pain in my chest with each step. Limping forward, I saw Melody, saw the piece of glass, and I saw the relaxed expression on her face like she knew… No. No. She wasn’t going to—
BANG
“UGH!” I hissed, falling onto my back as the bullet went through my shoulder. Shit! I had taken off my jacket, which had also doubled as my bulletproof vest
.
“You know, Callahan, this was all a little too easy for my liking,” he said, bending down over me. “But then again, everyone who you’ve faced so far wanted power, they wanted what you had; I, on the other hand, don’t give a damn. I’m here to watch it all burn.”
Every moment I wasted with this cocker was a moment away from her.
“My father spent his life building this. Melody spent her life building it, and for what? This city will move on when you die. The people you’ve protected will find new bosses. What is the point?”
“Ugh!” I hissed, my teeth clenched together as he pressed down on my leg.
“Those are just a few of the questions I wanted to ask my father, but the old man just had to die. All that talk of me being strong and he croaks, damn hypocrite—”
“I don’t give a fuck!” I pulled out the knife at my side and reached over, stabbing him in the shoulder before rolling away, lifting the gun up, and shooting into his chest.
He flew back, and I knew I had hit his vest. Twisting onto my elbows, I pushed myself up off the ground. “You got daddy issues? Get in line!”
He laughed, pushing himself off the floor, pulling the knife out of his shoulder, and dropping it. Turning to me, he also dropped the gun in his hands before raising them. “Let’s fight it out, man to man. I can see it in your eyes: you want to beat the shit of me, right? Let’s see if you really can, with that golden spoon hanging out of your mouth—has daddy’s favorite ever even been in a real fight? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE…no, the Callahan fucking happy-go-lucky fam—”
“You know that part in the movie where the villain makes his grand speech about why the hell he’s so fucked up and does bad things?” I cut in before lifting the gun. “I hate that part the most.”
BANG.
The bullet hit his neck and he fell to his knees.
Turning from him, I tried to move back toward her, but I couldn’t. Everything blurred together and before I could stop myself or brace for the impact, I was on my stomach.
“CHICAGO PD!”
Of course…now they come. There were very few things you could count on in this Chicago; the Cubs always won the opening game, the city was always windy, and the police could never get their asses anywhere on time.
9:24 AM
I could hear them over me, but I couldn’t open my eyes, they felt so heavy.
“He’s losing a lot of blood here Jerry!”