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The Killer (Bad Boys)

Bad Boys Book 3

The Killer

By

Jordan Silver

Copyright© 2014 Alison Jordan

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Cover by Jordan Silver

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Prologue

 

 

Shit's about to go down, it's about to get real and I'm ready; they'll never see me coming, the fucks. Fuck with my own, you've got to be fucking stupid.

"D
amien, Antonio, lets go."

My guys are a little pensive;
they don't really want me to make this move. They'd rather one of them did the job, but its mine to do; it's my grandfather Madden these fucks gunned down in the streets like a fucking dog.

Dad was in a secluded location
, recovering from his wounds, and I'd sent my older brother Vincent into hiding. They would never be expecting me. They thought that I was owned by the government. That might've been true yesterday. Today I was a different man.

I'd resigned my commission with the navy, they hated to see me go but my superiors understood, fami
ly came first. I'd done my duty; mom had wanted at least one of us for the military, and one for the church. She didn't get her priest, it just wasn't in the Callieri blood, but she'd got her navy seal. Santino, the middle brother, was consigliere smart fucker, keep it all in the family.

These asshole
s had fucked themselves royally. With my training and background, I am a worst threat than all the others combined. Grandpa had had compassion, dad would negotiate, Vincent is a hothead. Me, I'm a methodical, sinister fuck and I know it. Trust no one and never give a fuck.

Chapter 1

 

 

"So how are we doing this Gi?
you want to do a meet first or what?"

I looked at Damien in silence;
I understood that my father's men were a little skeptical where I'm concerned. Their idea of me is of the little mama's boy who'd been sent off to the navy, right out of high school.

They probably believed I knew nothing about my family's operation. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Pop wanted to please mom yes, but e
ach of us boys knew who we were. We were taught at a young age what the Callieri name meant in certain circles.

Two days ago
, someone had tried to wipe out that name because of greed. It took me this long to get here because of my duties to the Seals, but money and a stellar record cut through bureaucracy like a leaf in the wind, and I was free in less than twenty four hours.

Free to do exactly what I knew had to be done
, five minutes after I got the news.

I could still hear my mama'
s tears; they haunted me. I should've been here to protect them, but never again. Pop had seen it, so had Vince and Sonny; I'd made sure they'd seen what was in me that first night back.

There ha
d been no question, no argument. Vincent didn't have the head for leadership, he knew it and so did everyone else. That's why the enemy had made their play.

Santino
had no interest, other than looking out for the family's legalities. The torch was passed, there was no ring involved, I've been wearing my family crest on my hand since the year I turned thirteen.

Chapter 2

 

 

I thought of my grandpa, big, gruff, with a heart of gold; he was the first one to put a gun in my hand at the age of nine. It was our way; the elder took that duty.

Pop had looked on as I'd sent the bullet into the side of beef that hung from the beam in the warehouse. I remember the sights and sounds, the flies buzzing around.

I remember how that small ball had torn into flesh, and done irreparable damage. The story went that both my older brothers had lost their meals when they'd done this the first time. Not so me.

I'd learned over time
, how to control that little muscle that ruled everything else. The navy had tried diagnosing me with some sort of condition. They said I was missing the fear factor, that I had no emotion.

They were wrong
, but I didn't bother telling them that. I felt, too much even; but I'd taught myself how to control the heart. What they saw as indifference was sheer calculation, cold, determined. I call it my ‘I don't give half a fuck’ factor.

 

"No." I finally answered Damien.

I checked my glock, I hadn't t
old them what I was doing today; they didn't need to know. Someone had sold out the family, pop had told me the some of the names of those who had ordered the hit, but they hadn't had time to sniff out the animal who had turned traitor.

This traitor too
, like the progenitor of betraying fuckers, will also lose his guts in a field, only this one wouldn't be given the opportunity to hang himself, no, I'm going to gut the bastard myself. It's what he deserved after all.

First stop
, Arturo Villanova, grandpa's oldest and dearest friend; the two men had come up through the ranks together. From two completely different backgrounds, they'd gravitated to each other and formed a bond that had lasted sixty plus years. From the streets of Flatbush Brooklyn, to the Upper Westside, they'd divided their territories as they'd made a wide swath through the old regime.

They knew each other's secrets and the ins and outs of each other's outfits.

 

His housekeeper answered the door of his Staten Island mansion; the house was dressed for mourning, black sheets o
ver the mirrors. Old man Villanova sat in the garden room, attached to the back of his home, a lap robe across his legs to keep out the cold. I made sure the woman had gone about her business, not that it would make a difference, I just didn't want to have to kill her too.

"Gianni
my son, I'm sorry about this latest nastiness, he was a good man my old friend." He looked like he was about to leave this world to join that friend.

I took in the grey head of hair, the wrinkled brow. I could smell the peppermint he was known for; my mind ran through all the times he'd rubbed my head
, for luck he said. The many gatherings where he was always front, and center, grandpa's best pal. His chess partner, his confidant; the two men had been like brothers.

I looked him in the face as I pulled the trigger and took his fucking lying ass head off.

Damien and Antonio were dumbfounded for about five seconds.

"Gi
what...?"

"Cleaner." That's the only thing I said, it's all that needed saying
, before I turned and left the house. No one knew my movements, where I was going, or what I intended to do, because I didn't know who was the traitor yet, but I will soon.

Chapter 3

 

 

By the time the boys came out of the house, I was already seated in the back seat.

Damien took the wheel with An
tonio riding shotgun.

"The guys are on the way
, we had a little talk with the housekeeper, she's dust."

"Tribec
a."

Better they learn now
, I'm not one for words, and as long as this anger raged inside me, I'll be even shorter. I have nothing to say until I've done everything I'd made up my mind to do. They will all bleed before grandpa was underground.

Th
ey tensed up a little at my direction, but didn't dare question me. I knew what they were thinking, but I didn't give a fuck, I'm gonna do this my way.

Outside the commissioner's house
, I jumped out the back before they'd come to a full stop.

Going up the steps to the brownstone on the tree lined street
, with its fancy cars up one end and down the other, there was no one about, which is normal for a neighborhood like this; that suited me just fine.

A young girl answered the door when I rang the doorbell. Cute.

"Yes?"

"Your father?"

She turned to call into the house for him, but I stopped her.

"Show me." She seem
ed a little scared; I guess my coldness came through loud and clear, huh. Before the night was out she would have a whole lot more to be afraid of.

Taking her arm at the elbow
, I followed her into the house, towards the back, and into what I guess was the study. The commissioner was seated behind a desk with a cigar in his mouth.

"What the, Natalie
who is this?" He tried getting out of his chair but I drew my gun and held it on him. The daughter, Natalie, started to scream, but I held my hand up to the side without taking my eyes off her father.

"Quiet."

She started moaning as if in pain, but I'll deal with her later.

"You set my grandfather up for money, how much?"

"What, what are you…?" He looked at his daughter and swallowed deeply.

"Don't lie
, unless you've murdered more than one old man in the last week, you know exactly who I'm talking about, who was your inside man?"

He tried to get into his desk
, so I put one in his chest, nowhere near an artery, just bone, immense pain but not life threatening.

The girl screamed until I held that hand up again.

"Silence Natalie, we'll be done soon."

"Who?"

"I don't..." The next one went in his neck. Now that one, that one will bleed him out, it might take a little time but he was done.

"Take your secrets to your grave with you." She ran over to him
, crying her little heart out as she hugged him begging him not to leave her. I gave her enough time to say goodbye before pulling her away.

"Wait you can't just take her."

His mouth leaked blood even as he tried to save his precious daughter.

"A life for a life."

I pulled her along behind me as she struggled to get free, my face set in stone. They'd been much blood spilt this day and there will be more.

“Home.” The guys shared a look between them when I came back to the car with the girl, but I didn’t owe anyone any explanations for my actions. “Quiet.” I ordered her without looking at her as she sat next to me.

She reached for the door handle and my hand came down on hers stopping her. “Leave it.” I finally looked at her then for the first time. I’d thought she was cute before, maybe my eyes were too clouded by rage; she’s fucking gorgeous.

Blonde and blue! Not my usual fare but she was something to look at. She had to be about nineteen or twenty years old, she still had that new shine on her. She glared at me with a mixture of shock and anger in her eyes.

I had to smile at myself, because I was in the middle of a war and my cock was sniffing for action. The old Callieri blood in play. Beneath the burning rage was the need for release. Every fighting man knows that sex is the best decompression.

 

“I hate you.” She spat the words at me as she tried to pull away again.

“I could give a fuck.” That seemed to take her aback for a second
, before she started her shit again.

“If you want me to tie your ass up
, keep doing that shit.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“Home with me.”

“Why, what are you going to do with me?”

“That depends, I’ll either kill you, fuck you, or find some other use for you.” I looked her in the eye as I told her what fate awaited her. She swallowed audibly and shrunk back away from me. I wiped her cheek where she had gotten some of her dad’s blood.

She flinched away from my touch and I smirked at her. I had no idea what the fuck I was going to do with her. I hadn’t planned on taking any prisoners, but I had no idea the commissioner had a daughter in the house with him.

I’d had to do a rush job when I landed, to fit the pieces together. Dad, my brothers and I, had worked it out the best we could, to try to figure out who’d called the hit and who had carried it out.

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