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The Deliverance of Dilan (The Syndicate #4)

BOOK: The Deliverance of Dilan (The Syndicate #4)
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The Deliverance of Dilan





























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The Deliverance of Dilan

Kathy Coopmans










Kathy Coopmans


This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved. In accordance with the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976.

First edition: December 2015


Editor: Julia Goda Editing Services


Formatting: Affordable Formatting


Cover Model: Lance Jones

Cover Designer: Sommer Stein


Photographer: Eric Battershell


This book is dedicated to every woman who has found her true














This bitch sitting next to me in my new Chevy Silverado has all but ruined the sweet smell of the inside of my baby. I can no longer smell the leather or the fresh scent of new. All I can smell is her and the damn bottle of perfume she fucking bathed in. Christ.

Why am I bringing her to this wedding again? Because I need the bitch. That’s why. I have plans for her and her family. Ones I’ll keep to myself for now. Well, not to myself exactly. My uncle Salvatore is in on it. He wasn’t happy when I told him what needed to be done; he understands though. It’s all about revenge, and thank god he’s prepared to help deliver it. Tonight is the beginning. I promised him no one would know. I lied. They will all know who this skank is. I have no intentions at all of ruining this wedding. I have to go though. Sure, I could have gone alone. That’s not the plan. I need her to set this in motion, finish this, so I can move on with my life.

It’s quite obvious Jazmin has plans of her own the way she’s leaning into me over the console, her hand rubbing up and down my thigh. Her arms are like that of a damn daddy longlegs. Long and thin, while the inside of her skin is as poisonous as a flesh-eating spider’s. Dangerous.

Either she desperately needs to get fucked, or she wants to kill me. Either way, I will make sure I achieve my plan first. That nasty hand with her well-groomed fingernails glides seductively up and down my leg, if that’s what you want to call them; they look more like pointed blue talons. Like they’d drill a damn hole in your back, stab you in the back, and fuck you up. Poke your eyes out. Ugly as hell. And if she gets any closer to my dick with those fuckers, I may say to hell with my plan and break them off right along with her hand. Woman or not, she’s just like her brother. Juan Felipe Carlos. The man who fucked me over. Set me up along with my now very dead cousin Royal Diamond. They say hell has no fury like a woman scorned. Fuck that shit. Hell has no fury like a man whose destiny was prearranged, a man who was set up and forced to spend a few years behind bars for a crime he didn’t commit. That’s what hell is. Hell on earth, that is. It won’t be easy to bring them down. They have eyes everywhere. Seedy fuckers.

Jazmin Maria Carlos is a vile, self-loathing, vengeful, and hateful cunt. And when I look her in the face, you bet your sweet ass I will make those words count by shoving them down her nasty throat. She may have had nothing to do with what happened to me. But she is exactly like them. She’s been after me for years. Claimed she always wanted me. The strange thing is, every time my ass was taken out while in prison, she was there to visit the very minute I recovered. How goddamn ironic.

I will get my revenge on them all. EVERY. LAST. ONE. OF. THEM.

This is the second time I’ve taken her out. The first time, all I did was take her to dinner. A get-to-know-you type of thing. I followed her from New York to Vail, Colorado. Saw her at the bar. Walked right up to her and nearly gagged on my own vomit when she damn near dry humped my ass right there. Even though we knew each other, there was no way I was taking her to my bed. She reeked of death just like she does now.

And God, Vail is absolutely breathtaking. She dirtied the place up though with her presence. She wanted me to go back to her room after I invited her to dinner. Visualize a man about ready to regurgitate his food right in the middle of the restaurant. That was me when she asked.

Granted, the woman is a knockout with her long, black hair. Her fake tits. Her long legs. But she is a born-to-be killer. She will fuck you and then shoot you right in the head before you have your dick back in your pants, or cut you up into unrecognizable pieces.

She poisons men with her date rape drug. That’s how she is. I shut that shit right down. Lied. Told her it was a coincidence I bumped into her. I’m not the typical guy to just jump in bed with a woman. She pouted and then purred like a cat. Well, there are some pretty damn viscous cats in this world too. Besides, this bitch and her family don’t deserve shit. Except what I’m about to throw at them all. Once I piss her the fuck off, they will get what’s coming to them. Every goddamn one of them.

Her hands are nothing like the ones I wish were on me right now. Anna Drexler. The woman I needed to get away from. The woman who is way too good for me. Sweet, innocent, and so damn beautiful. The woman I need to protect.

I take my hand off the wheel, tell the bitch I love this song, and crank up the sweet, methodic rumble of Eminem rapping and carrying on about a Demon Inside. Fucking perfect song for me.

I have way too many demons inside of me. Too many for Anna to handle. That’s one of the reasons why I took off after I got shot. I’d go through all of that pain again though, knowing that Anna survived and I played a part in saving her precious life. I plan on freeing myself of these demons, so I can go after the woman who utilizes every bit of my dreams. I’m crazy about her.

Fuck, that night I was shot and the weeks that followed sucked me right back into the hell I’d escaped from. I cannot allow my mind to go there. Not today. Not when I’m going to come face-to-face with sweetness for the first time in six months.

Whatever it is about Anna that lights up my world whenever she’s around is a mystery. After my stint in prison, she’s been the only female to put a genuine smile on my face. To make me feel like I’m worthy of her or some shit. I’m not. And fuck, the way she looked at me when she thought I didn’t notice. She looked at me like I could save her, when in truth if I were to let her in, she would be the one to save me. I need to get her out of my head. At least until I get this night over with. Then, when I lay my head down on my pillow and close my eyes, only then I can think about her, like I do every other night. Dream about her and what could be if I didn’t have this debt to settle.

Instead, I let my mind float to the conversation I overheard and the discussion Anna and I had when we went to get ice cream. A simple walk that should have taken us all of twenty minutes. A walk I should have never agreed to after I heard her tell Deidre she was a virgin. And a walk I should have asked her to stay home for. She wouldn’t have been hurt if I had.

I knew she was innocent, suspected she was a virgin, but when your suspicions are confirmed from the woman you want more than anything you’ve wanted before, you tend to lose your damn mind. Her virginity wasn’t nor is the issue. It’s me. I’m so fucked up that there is no way I could take that away from her. She needs someone stable, and that’s exactly what I told her that very same night. It gutted me to tell her what I did. Ironic as it was, five minutes later, trying to save her life, I was shot in the gut. Fuck. I should have died. The urge to give up pulling me in one direction and her screaming my name, telling me she needed me, in another. While that piece of shit beat her. Then took her. I would have given up and succumbed to death calling my name louder than her screams. I couldn’t. Not until I knew she was safe.

When I came to in the hospital, the look on my parents faces gutted me. My mother Ginny with her thankful, red-rimmed eyes; my dad with his tired expression and the words, “Our son. Oh, thank god, my baby,” coming from my mother. Damn it was tough to see them so battered and broken, not knowing if their only child was going to die. I knew I had to live, for them.

And now as Anna’s words echo in my head from that night, the closer I get to this wedding, the more my gut fucking kills me again. Not from the pain of the gunshot wound. That’s nearly healed. The pain I know I’m going to see on her face when she looks at me, or the one that’s on mine if she’s with someone else. I recall everything she said. Vividly.

“You heard me, didn’t you?” Anna boldly stated the minute we walked out the door and descended the stairs leading into Deidre’s apartment building. I stopped moving, not knowing what the hell to say. I went with the truth.

“Yes,” I simply said.

“That’s why I volunteered for us to go. I wanted to talk to you. Get whatever is happening between us out in the open. I’m not crazy, Dilan. I feel it when you look at me, and I know you feel it when I’m looking at you. There’s something happening between us.” She sighed, then kept on talking, while I was standing there thinking, ‘Christ, you are so damn beautiful. I find it hard to breathe around you. You make me want to feel, but I can’t feel anything for you. If I do, and you get caught up in my world, it will kill you.’

“I know it’s not safe for us to even be out here right now, Dilan,” she said as we started to walk to the store. “Somehow, I feel safe with you. Like you would do anything to save me. I want you to know I would do anything to save you too.” And those words right there set me off and stripped me at the same goddamn time.

Shit. What the hell could I say? I’ve had this plan in motion since I was released from prison. I couldn’t back down now. I needed to destroy the people who fucked me over. One of them was dead, while the others were still out here, breathing the same goddamn air as this beautiful woman walking silently now beside me. God. I was going to have to lie. I heard hope in her tone. Those things she told Deidre about me. She couldn’t know I felt those things too. That I wished things could be different. That I could pull her into my arms right now and kiss her like my life depended on it, because it does. She’s special. She’s the only woman I’ve thought about having a future with. Dreamed of it even.

I’ve thought of everything about her. From how soft her hair would be to how smooth her toned legs would feel when I slid my hands up and down them, her muscles contracting, goose bumps forming on her skin. From my touch alone. No one else’s, just mine.

How she would look at me with love, knowing I would keep her safe. Not only from the danger that would always lurk outside with the life I lead, but how I would keep her heart safe too, because it would belong to me, as much as mine would belong to her.

“Listen, Anna. I like you. Hell, who wouldn’t? But whatever you think could, should, or would happen between us, will never happen. For one, all I want to do is fuck you. Fuck you until you’re screaming my name. Fuck you raw. I fuck, Anna. I don’t do love.” I shrugged. She stopped.

I turned around and looked at her. She had a look of astonishment on her face. Disbelief.

“I don’t believe you,” she shouted. “Believe it, Anna. I was waiting until this shit was over to take you to my bed. And hey, if you still want that, then I’ll be glad to take what you’re offering, but that’s all you get. You’ll give up your virginity to a man who will gladly take it and give you nothing in return.” Her mouth dropped open. My heart splattered all over the sidewalk.

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