Melody's POV

When I entered Liam’s and my room, I could hear him in the shower.
Stepping toward the door, I watched him as he stood under the stream of water. The drops rolled off every part of his body. He was so beautiful. He looked like a statue chiseled out of finest stone.
“Is there something you needed, Melody?” he asked me, not bothering to look up.
Melody? He hadn’t called me that since the first time we had sex, and for some reason, hearing him call me that now bothered me.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing, Melody. I will be out in a moment,” he replied, emotionless, but even I could hear the lie in that.
He was ticking me off. We do not lie to each other. Taking off my shoes, I walked straight into the shower, not even bothering to take off my dress.
Flinching at the coolness of the water, I glared into his eyes, grabbing the side of his face.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Mel—” “Call me Melody again and I will knee you in the balls.” I was not going to let him lie to me.
He brushed back my wet hair before pulling it and my head back.
Pushing me against the wall, I glared into his eyes, they no longer seemed green, instead they were filled with fire burning with passion and rage.
He snapped at me. “You do not own me. You do not own us. I am not your pawn.”
“I never called you a pawn!”
“In my mind, I thought I was getting closer to you. But then tonight I realized all you do is play everyone around you, including me. I bend at your will. Since when did I start bending? You do not own me! I’m not another piece, I am your husband.”
“Stop bitching at me. You’re mad over my words? Why are you so fucking emotional?”
“Because I’m human, and therefore I have emotions!” His volume made my eyes widen. “Do you even like me, Melody? As just Liam?”
Where the fuck was this coming from?
He smirked sadly, shaking his head as he turned off the water. Stepping forward, he kissed my forehead. “The fact that you can’t answer that question is enough.”
“You make it seem like we were high school sweethearts who eloped.
This is business, Liam. I told you I could rule beside you, but I can’t handle your emotional shit.”
He knew this! Why the fuck was he being such an idiot?
“I made a mistake. I thought you didn’t understand love. But you do.
You love the blood and the power, as do I. However, I was making room for you, and it has made me soft. You’re surpassing me because you don’t give a fuck. You wouldn’t take a bullet for me or even shed a tear if I died. I’m the guy to staunch your need and then you’re off. I’m just sex. This whole night was nothing but Melody. This whole marriage has been about Melody.
I won’t waste my time. You want business? You will get business,” he answered, leaving me standing in the shower. I was shocked and confused.
Did I even like Liam?
He was amazing in bed and beautiful, funny . . . sometimes. I didn’t hate him.
When I stepped into the room, it was pitch black, making the hair on the back of my neck rise as I made it onto the bed.
He turned off his light. He never turned off the light. Ever since he found out about my . . . fear. The nights we didn’t have sex—which were rare—he read until I fell asleep and each night he said goodnight, love. He tried not to make it obvious, but I knew the reason. If he was going to be cold, I was going to be colder. He was such a dick. But part of me felt like he was right.
I hadn’t really put in much effort since our second night together when I’d told him about the white shoes. He had looked so happy then, as if knowing that little detail about me was going to make his day.
So what if I had called him a pawn or a piece tonight? We were both pawns. We both knew that when we got married. Why was he trying to complicate the relationship? We fucked. We worked. Simple. But now that motherfucking asshole had to make sure I cared.
Groaning in frustration, I sat up quickly. He was awake, staring up at me with no emotion. I wanted to scream at him! Because of his fucking shit, I couldn’t sleep.
“Let me guess, you need to have the last insult?” he asked, sitting up to prepare himself.
I raised my arms ready to strangle him, but pulled back. I was going to kill him. I wasn’t clear about the reason yet, but I was going to kill him.
There was so much I wanted to yell at him, but nothing was coming out.
“What the fuck do you want from me, Liam?”
“Go to sleep, Melody. You’re going to wake the house.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I snapped. “What happened? One moment we are fine and the next you’re . . . what the fuck Liam?”
He yawned and it ticked me off to no end. “I’m going to war, Melody.
Everyone is coming for me . . . coming for my family, but the most dangerous woman in the world is sleeping next to me. I care for her, but she doesn’t give a shit about me or anything.”
“That’s why I’m the most dangerous woman in the world!”
He smirked. “It’s also why you’re alone. You can trust me in work, but with you personally, you won’t let me get close.”
“I don’t know you!” I yelled. “How long have we been married? Ten fucking days, Liam? Who falls in love in ten fucking days? Who feels anything in ten fucking days! That isn’t normal!”
“I do.” He glared at the ceiling. “We aren’t normal. Normal people don’t shoot other people almost daily. Normal people don’t sell drugs nor are they at risk of dying every day. I don’t have any time to waste going through the motions. Either I like it or I don’t. Either I’m in or I’m out. I do not walk in the middle.”
“Not everyone is like you.”
“You’re like me,” he whispered. “But you would rather lock everything out. Joy, pain, love. You work on anger and lust.”
“I don’t hate you, Liam. Goodnight.” I frowned, turning onto my side.