The Killer (Bad Boys) Read online

  Bad Boys Book 3

  The Killer

  By

  Jordan Silver

  Copyright© 2014 Alison Jordan

  All Rights Reserved

  Cover by Jordan Silver

  Cover image byID 41130012 © George Mdivanian | Dreamstime.com

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  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.

  "Damien, 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, family 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 assholes 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 each 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 had 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 told 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 over 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 Antonio riding shotgun.

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

  "Tribeca."

  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.

  They 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 seemed 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.

  The commissioner had been on the take for years, those who were in the know knew that. Arturo had him in his pocket, so had grandpa. He usually covered up the family’s kills and kept the heat off our asses.

  For whatever reason, they had decided that my family was no longer needed, either that, or there was something they were into that grandpa had vetoed, and this was their answer.

  Dad wasn’t next in line; he wasn’t blood. Grandpa was mom’s dad, and though my father played a big part in the family, he would never have sat in the seat as head. That would’ve been my brother Vincent.

  The hit had been well orchestrated from what I’d learned. They’d hit multiple places at once, in a bid to eliminate the whole family and take over our territories. These fuckers had watched The Godfather once too often it seemed.

  I didn’t need a movie to direct my path, what I hadn’t learnt at my grandfather’s knee, the government had taught me. I was trained as a SEAL, I knew innumerable ways in which to kill, and I was going to use every last one of them until I eliminated all our enemies.

  I’m not the hothead that my brother is, that’s why I have the lead, but the assholes might’ve stood a better chance with Vince at the helm, than they will with me.

  Now I have this pain in the ass girl on my hands, who wouldn’t shut the fuck up. Yes she just watched her old man die in front of her eyes, so the fuck what? He should’ve protected her better if he was going to get mixed up in the life.

  Chapter 4

  We drove all the way to The Island instead of going to any one of our places in the city. It was too hot right now. And no doubt the alarm had been raised by now, on one or both of the men.

  Whoever was involved, will know that we were hitting back; hopefully it would be a while before they knew that I was the one carrying out the retaliation. My family was safe for now and I mean to keep them that way. The only way for me to do that; is to kill everyone who had a hand in the plot against my blood. Personally.

  I wasn’t about to trust anyone else with that task. Everyone was a fucking suspect, until I said different. The two men who were with me had been cleared, otherwise I would be travelling solo, but they too were on a short leash.

  My companion was silently crying next to me, and I would’ve felt some sympathy for her, had it not been for the fact that her fuck of a dad had played a part in what had happened to my blood. In the old country she would’ve been considered the spoils. Maybe I will fuck her after all, get rid of some of this pent up anger that was riding my ass.

  She’d exhausted herself by the time we pulled through the gates of home. I had beefed up security, choosing only those men that my dad believed to be safe. Whoever had sold us out, will show their hand soon no doubt. I was going to keep my eyes and ears open for when that happened.

  “Come.” I had to pull her out of the car and drag her into the house behind me. I hadn’t even noticed what she’d been wearing when I took her, but now, looking at her fully for the first time, I noticed her state of undress.

  She wore silk pajama shorts, a camisole and fluffy house slippers. She looked about twelve, with her wild hair and scared eyes. “Upstairs, first door on the right. Go Natalie, and don’t make me have to repeat myself again.”

  She walked away slowly, her legs a little shaky. The shock was settling in and I knew she was in for a long fucking day. Too bad, so was I. If her fuck of an old man hadn’t been such a fucking crook, my family wouldn’t be in fucking pieces. I had no give in me right now and that little girl was in the line of fire.

  I closed myself off in my dad’s study. There was a lot of shit that needed to be done in the next few days. With grandpa gone, dad and my brothers in hiding, there was going to be a shake up. So along with taking out the fuckers who’d done this, I have to make sure that there’s no mutiny in the works.

  My dad had given me a rough account of what was up the day before the shit hit the fan. I had a list of who might need to be brought to heel, and who had been under the old
man’s radar for one infraction or the other.

  With an operation this big, there was a shitload of things to take care of, and not enough time. I started with the family holdings in AC. There was the casino and the hotel there. Then there were the places in Vegas, New York. We had homes and businesses on two continents that would need a careful eye.

  I knew from growing up in the life, that when something like this happened, it was the prime time for the vultures to swoop in and try to take over. I wasn’t about to give them the chance.

  I opened the safe and went through the papers I found there. Grandpa had a coded journal that not many people could read; I was one of only two people still alive, who would be able to, the other was my dad.

  I was back out on the street a half hour later. The old man wasn’t as blind as they’d thought, and now it seemed I knew why they’d taken him out. It hurt that someone so close had murdered him and tried to wipe out my family for something so fucking evil. There was only one more ‘boss’ that needed taking care of and I’m on my way to him now.

  Luigi Scarpelli was a relatively young head. He’d taken over just a few months ago from his own dad, who’d died of a heart attack. According to grandpa’s notes, the death was suspicious. The old man thinks the son killed his dad to take over on the orders of Arturo Villanova. All so they could move in drugs. Something grandpa would’ve never agreed to.

  He was one of the only holdouts when it came to the drug trade. The other had been Scarpelli’s dad. Grandpa had wanted no part of it, and had made us swear that we’d never get involved in anyway. His own mother had died of an overdose when he was a young boy, and he’d never wanted any dealings with the stuff, not the buying, selling or trafficking.