KILLER INSTINCT (A Mafia Bad Boy Romance Novel) (13 page)

BOOK: KILLER INSTINCT (A Mafia Bad Boy Romance Novel)
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I felt a shiver running up and down my spine. I gripped the handle of the gun hidden in my jacket. “This seems too easy.”

 

 

“It’s normal to feel uncomfortable when things seem simple in this line of work,” Jackie said in agreement. “I’m more worried about Colman. With luck, he doesn’t try something stupid once we get the drop on him.”

 

 

We would get him to talk… before killing him.

 

 

The two of us found the maintenance elevator in the parking lot. The passcode worked without a hitch. The ride up was a silent one.

 

 

I wasn’t a wolf like Jackie. I didn’t have his killer instinct. But I couldn’t let Colman get away.

 

 

The doors opened and we headed to Colman’s room. Thankfully, no hotel staff were here. There wouldn’t be anyone to disturb us. Jackie slotted in the security override card. Within seconds, the door was open.

 

 

However, he didn’t open it just yet. Like a one man SWAT team, Jackie got out his gun and prepared to swing the door open. He glanced at me to back me up. I held out my gun and turned off the safety.

 

 

With expert precision, Jackie opened the door and drew his gun.

 

 

Colman wasn’t in the immediate vicinity.

 

 

The apartment looked luxurious enough. However, I could tell it hadn’t been cleaned in some time. I guessed that Colman had requested no one enter the suite, including the cleaning staff.

 

 

I scanned the room for any signs of life. There was a window washing scaffold just beyond the window to the side. It blocked much of the outside view but no one seemed to be using it.

 

 

I worried that Colman had given us the slip. However, we heard the clatter of keys on keyboard. There was someone here.

 

 

Jackie heard it as well and we followed its source. He was like a bloodhound following a scent trail. I felt like a hunter trying to keep up with his pace.

 

 

Finally, we saw Colman craned over a keyboard. Despite being in the lap of luxury, it didn’t look like he was having the time of his life. His hair had grown long. He looked gaunter from the last time I saw him.

 

 

He didn’t seem to even notice us. I readied my handgun with my finger just off the trigger. It felt a bit heavier than usual due to the suppressor.

 

 

Suddenly, Colman stopped typing. He didn’t turn around. Instead, he slowly moved his hand off the laptop’s mouse.

 

 

“You reach for that gun under the table and you’re a dead man,” Jackie growled, aiming his gun at Colman’s back. “Hands where I can see them.”

 

 

My father’s killer did as he was instructed. After pocketing Colman’s gun, he made Colman stand up. With a gun still pointed at Colman, Jackie pushed him against the wall and did a search on the man. The hitman found a penknife in his pocket which he handed to me. Otherwise, we had him dead to rights.

 

 

Satisfied, Jackie turned him around and said. “Hello, Mr. Colman.”

 

 

He shuddered in terror. “Did Gregori send you?”

 

 

Jackie laughed. “No, we’re something much worse. Well, we will be if you don’t cooperate.”

 

 

Colman’s eyes widened in surprise when he saw me. “Wait, I know you! Your hair is shorter but your Chambers’ girl. The one everyone’s looking for!”

 

 

The man looked like he had seen a ghost. Worse, the ghost in question had a gun aimed at his heart. “You killed my father.”

 

 

“I didn’t mean to,” he said in his defense. “It got out of hand-”

 

 

“Shut up!” I yelled. Colman immediately recoiled in fear. “Tell us where Gregori is.”

 

 

“No, anything but that!” he said, trembling where he stood. “He’ll torture me before executing me!”

 

 

“You’re a dead man either way,” Jackie warned. “Between us and Gregori, we’re the softer option. Now talk before we decide to give you to Gregori and cheer him on.”

 

 

It was a bluff but Colman didn’t call it. “Okay, all of it is on my laptop over there. It has a list of all of his safe houses and when he enters them. It has everything! Just let me live!”

 

 

Jackie glanced over at the laptop. “Kelly, you’re on him. I’ll check out if he’s telling the truth.”

 

 

I aimed my gun at him as the hitman searched the laptop. “One wrong move and you’re dead.”

 

 

Colman gulped.

 

 

Jackie didn’t have to search long to find pay dirt. “We hit the jackpot. This thing has the safe houses Gregori switches to on a weekly basis. I have the times his security rotates and what weapons they carry. It even has the time and location for when his private jet departs.”

 

 

My ears perked up at that. “Do you know how long he’s staying in the United States?”

 

 

“He’ll be in the country for another two weeks. After that, he’s cutting his losses and heading home. The man will gather his remaining fortune and head to some private airstrip in Russia.”

 

 

Colman gave a nervous laugh. “See? I told you the truth. I was collecting it for the CIA but you can have it! Now, please let me live!”

 

 

Colman looked haggard. Both of us were on the run but I had actually taken care of myself. Now, the man thought he was going to get off scot free for committing murder.

 

 

“Alright, Colman… I’ll let you live,” Jackie said, shooting me a smile. “But that doesn’t mean you’re off her chopping block.”

 

 

Colman turned pale. “What?”

 

 

“You killed my father!” I growled, venom in my words. I wanted him to be afraid. I wanted to put the fear of God in him. “You killed him in our very home!”

 

 

The man’s fell to his knees. Jackie watched on in silence. “Please, I’ve given you what you want. Let me live. Have mercy-”

 

 

“Mercy?” I said with a cynical laugh. “Did you give my father any mercy when you shot him so some Russian drug kingpin could hold onto his blood money? Did you think of the daughter he would leave behind?”

 

 

Colman’s voice was faint. His eyes looked up at me without hid head moving. “Please…”

 

 

“You killed my father,” I whispered, hot tears streaming down my cheeks. I took aim at the man. “You killed him…”

 

 

I fired the gun.

 

 

Jackie looked shock for the first time since I had met him. His expression turned from shock to confusion when he saw what I had done to Colman. A puff from smoke bellowed from the suppressor. There was a spent shell casing on the floor.

 

 

But there was no blood.

 

 

I had shot to the side of my target’s head.

 

 

Colman patted himself to make sure he was still alive. “You… you didn’t kill me…”

 

 

“That’s the last thing my father saw before he died,” I said, my tears coming to an end. “Get out of here and don’t ever come back for your sake. Don’t ever come across me again or else I’ll finish the job.”

 

 

Jackie looked on in surprise but didn’t comment. Instead, he took Colman’s laptop and gestured for me to follow him. If he disapproved of my decision, then he didn’t show it.

 

 

When Colman was out of earshot, I finally spoke. “I-I just couldn’t do it, Jackie. He looked so miserable already. Maybe he’ll live with the guilt for the rest of his life.”

 

 

He gave a small chuckle. “Heh, I haven’t seen a man look so pathetic in all my years.”

 

 

“You must think I’m weak…” I said, with a soft laugh. “I make a big deal about getting back at Colman and I can’t even do it.”

 

 

He shook his head. “On the contrary, that was a very brave thing you did. I wouldn’t be as strong as you.”

 

 

“Colman deserves hell…,” I mused. “But it’s not up for me to play judge, jury, and executioner. I don’t have that… killer instinct that people like you have.”

 

 

“People like him eventually get what’s coming to them, Kelly,” he consoled. “Let’s go home-”

 

 

We heard a sharp noise followed by a loud yell. By now, I was familiar with the sound of gunfire. Jackie and I exchanged worried looks. “That sounds like Colman, Jackie.”

 

 

He brandished his handgun. “Someone else is here.”

 

My first thought was to get Kelly to safety. However, I didn’t know whether or not there were more enemy combatants. I guided her under a desk in the living room. “Stay here. You see someone come from the front, then take aim!”

 

 

“Got it-”

 

 

A hail of bullets filled the room. They made mincemeat of the furniture. I took cover behind a wall. The sound was as loud as jackhammer. “Son of a bitch is using an assault rifle!”

 

 

I glanced over and saw my assailant.

 

 

It was a one eyed-man holding a military grade assault rifle.

 

 

It was Sergei Petrov. “Damn, it’s Sergei!”

 

 

“How’d he get in here,” Kelly asked amongst the gunfire. “He didn’t come through the front.”

 

 

I fired off a few rounds that forced Sergei to take cover. When my gun was empty, I didn’t bother to reload. Instead, I used Colman’s gun to fire a few more shots. That’s when I noticed bits of broken glass next to a window. “He got in through the scaffolding!”

 

 

Kelly slid her gun across the floor to me. “You need it more!”

 

 

I prayed she would make it out of this firefight alive. I took Kelly’s weapon as a backup after reloading my gun. Petrov had me out-gunned. The only thing going in my favor was that he was using an inaccurate firearm and had no sidearm that I could see. However, it was going to be a battle of attrition which I would eventually lose. The man had a squad’s worth of ammunition strapped to him.

 

 

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a pin being pulled. I hadn’t heard it since my days in Afghanistan. “Take cover Kelly! He’s got grenades!”

 

 

Kelly curled into a ball inside the desk. A series of large explosions of shrapnel filled the room. Thankfully, Sergei had overthrown the grenades. Much of its intense blast was localized in the next room.

 

 

“I’m alright, how about you?” Kelly yelled. I sighed in relief that she was unhurt. “Jackie, he got in through the scaffolding. Can’t he use it to get out?”

 

 

It was a plan. I let out a series of rounds at Petrov until the gun was empty. “Wait for my signal!”

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