Bits of Badass Women 11 #2
Finally, Orlan dropped the knife and yelled, “Now I’m not armed!” He sniggered. “So, you have to stop.”
Iceman gave him a cold smile. “You think I’m some dumbfuck, law-abiding citizen?” He glanced over at Hawk as he looked mock-surprised. “He thinks I’m John Q Public.”
Hawk snickered. “Tell that to the graveyard we have full of men that crossed the Sinners.”
Orlan’s smirk fell away as his face went pale and he held his broken hand to his bloody chest. “B-but you h-had me arrested and went to court to testify. I-I was judged by a jury!”
Iceman’s blue eyes went almost white as he seethed.
“You took my woman, fucker. And there ain’t no coming back from that.
Now there’s no judge except for me. No jury except for me and you are done.
” He smoothly stepped over and slashed Orlan’s shoulder then his other arm, his chest, and his stomach.
In fact, he cut him up and down then sideways as if he was making a holy cross in blood.
Orlan screamed in terror and pain with each cut as blood poured from several wounds then he finally went down. He landed on his face as both his hands were useless.
Hawk watched this for a minute or two, then he looked down at Walter.
“So, shall we continue our discussion? As I remember it, Tula also had a two black eyes.” He grabbed the man up from the floor by his shirt collar and rapidly punched him in the face twice.
Both jabs made loud squishing sounds. He then dropped him again.
“Oh and she had this lump on her forehead too.” He kicked him in the head.
Walter was crying like a child as huge tears ran down through the blood on his face. He then started gasping for air. “I-I think—y-you pierced m-my lung?”
Hawk tisked in disappointment. “No way!” He really looked concerned as he stepped close. “I need you to live longer. You have more blood for me to spill.”
Walter kept gasping.
Hawk knelt down as his smile disappeared and told him in a low, cold tone, “By the way, before you go to hell, Tula has a message for you. She told me she will be having fun spending your money. New dresses, some diamond earrings, a Gucci purse and a few pairs of new shoes. Then she’s gonna take me to Paris.
Ain’t that a kick in the...” He paused and punched the dying man in the throat with a quick slam of his fist. “...teeth?”
Walter’s eyes bulged as he looked angry for a few seconds then he choked and died.
Hawk then checked his neck for a pulse, just to be sure. Shaking his head, he looked up at Iceman. “Too bad he went so quick.”
Iceman snorted. “I get it...Mine’s bleeding out and he’s unconscious, damnit.”
Hawk stood and gave him a nod. “Time to take the boat out and skuttle it.”
Iceman laughed. “Skuttle? Is that a real word, man?”
“Sure, it’s a pirate word.” Hawk laughed with him.
Iceman’s cell buzzed. He took it from his pocket and read the text and said, “Leon says they hit Calderone in Italy.”
“Fuck!” Hawk swore.
End of Vincinti Book Eight.
Leon had his coffee in his office this morning. He had a lot to deal with today. Damn, he missed having Calderone around. For many years, they had spent every morning together having their coffee and going over the recent happenings.
Still, Calderone had needed to go to Italy. The Family here in Boston had asked him to go. There was some trouble with the main Family there and Calderone was part of the American group sent to negotiate peace.
John walked in through the door. He looked like he had news.
Leon motioned for him to sit.
John sat down and came out with it, in his no-nonsense way as usual, “We have bugs.”
Leon stared at him and slowly looked around.
“Not in here and you would think they would have done that but they somehow did not bug this area. I checked it last night.”
“Minchia!” Fuck! Leon swore in Italian.
John nodded his head. “I figured whoever it was either couldn’t get in here or hasn’t gotten to it yet.”
“Who could be doing this, John?”
“As you know, anyone and everyone is vetted before being hired or before getting access to the estate. So your question is hard to answer.”
“Do we have any new hires?”
“A maid of three months. A gardener of four months. Then we had a carpet cleaning crew in here. That is my best bet. The carpeting company. I tried calling them this morning but they only had a recording.” John sighed. “We have used that company for ten years, sir.”
“What rooms are bugged?”
“The dining room. The room Nick is in and many of the guest rooms. The living room and the rec room.”
Leon raised his brows and exclaimed, “What? Are they stupid? What could they gain by bugging useless areas?”
“I believe that was all they could get to?” John suggested. “And that is why I feel that it is the carpet cleaners.”
“Si, si. That makes sense and I hope it is one of the crew at the carpet place. I would hate for the maid or the gardener to be axed and then end up in the lake.”
John raised his brows at this remark.
Leon smirked. “In the old days, it was cement shoes, John.”
John nodded. “They would call it getting whacked.”
“Si and I do not do that anymore.” Leon paused. “Well, when I do not have to, that is.”
They both smirked.
“So what do we do about Stephan?” John asked.
“I would love to whack him,” Leon joked. “But alas, we do have evidence to hand over to the law. Dr. Badliss says Jeffery has been poisoned. Then we have the file you made with the car paint. I also assume his father had an autopsy done and the evidence of poison is in that report as well.”
“Then why has Stephan gotten away with these crimes?” John asked.
Leon growled under his breath and answered, “Because some cop in Bangor or more than one has been paid off to cover this up.”
John nodded. “I knew you would say that. So, I made another report on the very cops you speak of, sir.” He slid it across Leon’s desk.
“I am not surprised you brought it and can I request for the fiftieth time that you stop calling me sir?” Leon grinned at John. “You are my son in law, as if you weren’t aware of that fact.”
Yes si—” John paused then went on, “But we are around my men most times and I do not want them to get the wrong idea. Respect is earned, not bought. And you earned their respect, despite paying them to do their jobs.”
Leon steepled his fingers together and hummed under his breath. “Very well. As per usual, you are correct.”
John gave him a nod. “So, may I suggest getting a hold of someone in the Federal Marshal’s office in Maine. To get them to step in and make a case for these murders?”
“Excellent idea,” Leon replied. “You know John, you would have made an excellent lawman yourself.”
John scoffed. “I couldn’t follow the rules I am sure. As you witnessed, when Stephan made an ass of himself last night, I got tired of it and punched him square in the mouth. So, with that sort of action being part of my personality, I wouldn't be a cop for long.”
Leon chuckled. “Si, si. You are correct. So being the security head for the Vincintis is much more suitable to your um, skills.”
John gave him a slow smile as he nodded.
Leon’s phone rang. Looking down at it, he smiled. “All the way from Italia. It’s Willow.” He tapped his phone screen.
Willow was yelling over the phone, “He’s gone! Leon? He’s gone!”
Leon paused, then said, “Baby Girl, calm down.”
Sobbing, Willow said, “Calderone is gone!”