The Untouchables

Please file your complaint with the office of ‘I Don’t Give a Fuck’ and I’ll be sure not to get back to you.

You’re sexy when you are mean.” “I’m always sexy,” I whispered back. He grinned. “You’re always mean.

Great love only equaled great pain… eventually that’s why Liam was going to have to die after I did.

Why were our lives so fucking complicated? All I wanted to do was sell drugs, make love to my wife, and rule in peace.

If only these walls could talk…the world would know just how hard it is to tell the truth in a story in which everyone’s a liar.

I am Liam Fucking Callahan I don’t meet anyone halfway. They bend my way.

If you think for a bloody second that I would ever let you go through any of this alone, you've lost your mind. I will find you, I will bring you home, and I will fix you, do you hear me? Because I need you to fix me too.

My wife tries to murder me every other week. A few of those times, have in fact led to combat…amongst other things.

Actions are the first tragedy in life, words are the second. Words are perhaps the worst. Words are merciless...” —Oscar Wilde

Truly good people, which are very hard to find, don't think they're good people. They believe that they're doing what anyone else would do. The truth is, ninety percent of us are hiding from the world and our true selves. We force ourselves to do the "right" thing because we're afraid of the consequences of doing what we really want to do.

Now let’s make nice with the government before they try to pin us for tax evasion.

It is not enough to stare up the steps, we must step up the stairs.” —Vaclav Havel

When the doors to the control room opened, I instantly threw my knife. Liam stared at the knife lodged in the wall by his head before looking at me wide eyed.

You don’t control this. I do. And you’ve pissed me off, wife.

There sitting in the middle of the bed with her pinky sticking out as she drank her tea like the damn queen of England, was my wife.

Until I’m dead - and only when I’m dead - am I out of this game. Until then I fucking own you. Are we clear?

The bottom of my feet hurt like a bitch’s ass at a BDSM club.

I will have it brought over in half an hour,” she replied “Hurry before she bites off my arm for a snack,” I said quickly before hanging up.

You must be the Italian cow now sharing my last name." He looked her up and down with disgust. As I stood, Mel glared, telling me to back the fuck down or else. She moved from behind the desk and stood directly in front of his face, causing his bodyguards to step forward as well. "Old man, you're in my house. That makes you a fucking guest. I don't owe you shit and you will respect me if you want my respect. My name is Melody. Mrs. Callahan if it suits you, but..." She leaned in until their noses were almost touching. She was shorter, but the black heels helped. "If you even call me a cow again I will kill you painfully slow. I don't care how many motherfucking body guards you have." Two of his bodyguards drew their guns and the last had a knife hidden in his sleeve. Shit. I thought as she pulled her gun. Declan and Neal were already backing her up. My father just rolled his eyes and took my mother into the corner, all while drinking his brandy. This was ridiculous. "Lower your weapons," Grandfather said as he glared into her eyes. "The Italian cow..." The moment he said it, three bullets went flying into them. One in the chest, one in the wrist and the other the knee; they all went down like cards. You don't out gun Mel. "What the fuck? Where did she pull the gun out from?" Neal whispered. "I swear, she's a motherfucking ninja.

I have no respect for you pigs, but I was willing to let that slide for business. Then you come to me, late, ungrateful, and disrespectful. It hurts me.” I sighed, loading six bullets into my revolver slowly. I enjoyed watching them panic while I did this. “And when I hurt, somebody else gotta feel my hurt. It’s what makes my world go ‘round.” Smiling, I shot at the first man in the groin. He screamed so loud I’m sure he popped a vein in his neck. “Do you feel the world spinning?” I grinned.

What the hell have you been doing and who dipped your outfit in whiteout?

I have people calling me cute. Like I’m a fucking puppy!” she sneered at me, pushing me aside in order to continue on her way. “I am Melody Giovanni Callahan, cute is not the adjective used to describe me!

Father, I'd rather die at your hands than at Liam's...or worse, Mel's. Give me one second to tell you and then I will run faster than Forrest Gump.

Olivia Callahan, get your ass out here and kill this motherfucker, I have shit to do.

I wanted more than anything to peel her dress off her slowly… before she cut off my hands.

If you think for a bloody second that I would ever let you go through any of this alone, you've lost your mind. I will find you, I will bring you home, and I will fix you, do you hear me? Because I need you to fix me to.

We all die young. He was around your age then. I had just turned 18 and met Evelyn. We fell hard for each other. Any moment I could find, I was with her, which in turn led to her getting pregnant with Neal. My plan was for us to take my inheritance and live on some remote island somewhere. But, when my brother died, I had to step forward. I hated the life with a passion." "And now you can't let go." He was good at what he did. The stories of young Sedric were the things that nightmares were made of. "It's like a possession," he whispered. "It crawls into your soul and takes root. You have no control over it. You allow it to grow, because it helps. It's the reason you can let blood flow across the floor like fine wine and not flinch. It helps you become the monster you need to be. The only side effect is that it's always there. No amount of holy water can wash it off. So there's no letting go. I will forever be who I allowed myself to be, and the person I allowed myself to be enjoys the chaos." Truer words were never spoken.

Please, file your complaint with the office of ‘I Don’t Give a Fuck’ and I’ll be sure not to get back to you!