Grump Next Door, page 10
“I think it’s time for us to move on,” Robin said.
“Yeah, I think it is.”
With that, he turned over the ignition, and without another look, headed back home, to look forward to his family just beginning, and just live.
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The Circle of Monsters, 1
Sam Crescent and Stacey Espino
Copyright © 2023
Sample Chapter
Galen King looked through his binoculars and caught sight of his target through the hotel window. She was a small thing, at least compared to him. To some she might have been considered fat, but he liked his women on the plump side. Her flaming red hair called to him first. It was a deep red, not something out of a bottle.
Looking away, he pulled out his cell phone with the necessary details. The moment this hit was completed, he’d destroy all evidence. That was part of his job. He was one of the exclusive members of the Circle of Monsters. Known assassins who weren’t afraid to get their hands dirty, unlike their counterparts, Killer of Kings.
For this hit, all he’d been sent was the woman’s basic details, the location, and when he was to end her life. Skye Lewis never had a chance, not when the Monsters got involved. He didn’t care that she was female. Some men might, but he knew women could be just as vile and disgusting as men.
The curtain twitched and her head appeared, looking left and right. Even from where he stood, he saw the fear in her eyes.
It was a shame she had to die. He could imagine spending a great deal of private time with her. That body was made to be fucked. And only twenty-five years old. He didn’t care what she’d done. The bounty on her head was quite extensive. Someone wanted her dead, and fast, because they were willing to part with three million cash. All the better for Galen.
All he had to do now was make the decision. Did he make the shot here or go to her hotel room? Would she answer the door? Would she scream? As he was making the decision, lining up his rifle to see if he could get a nice crisp shot, his cell phone vibrated.
“Yes,” he said, putting the cell to his ear.
“The terms have changed,” Viko Fedorov said.
Galen didn’t look away from his target. This never happened. Details of a hit never changed once he got the all clear. What if he’d already pulled the fucking trigger?
“Not good enough,” Galen said. “I can take the hit right now.”
“Then you’ll be doing it for nothing,” Viko said. “The money is fake. I have it in my office right now. She will be worth more to us alive.”
He didn’t like this. Killing her now would be ideal.
“I can take the shot.”
“Listen to me carefully. Take the shot, and you won’t get paid. Something’s going down.” He heard rustling on the line. “Petrov already has guys on the way to kill her.”
Galen frowned. “That makes no sense. Why hire us?”
“He’s playing us. There’s no money, and believe me, I’m fucking pissed about it.”
If Viko was pissed, then Petrov would soon be wishing for a quick death. No one got away with manipulating their boss. There was a reason Viko was the head of the Circle of Monsters. The bastard had more kills under his belt than anyone Galen had ever known—real or fictional.
There was so much about Viko they didn’t know. The only solid piece of information to go on was that money talked—a lot of it. They all had a price and Viko’s had to have a lot of ones and zeros before he lifted a finger.
“So what now?”
“Extraction. Bring her to me, and be warned, the people on the way to kill her might attempt to take you out.”
Galen couldn’t help but scoff.
“If that was a laugh, I recommend you not do it again,” Viko said, and hung up.
Well, it went from being the clean-cut kill that he loved, to one that was dirty and pissed him off.
He quickly disassembled his rifle, put all the necessary pieces away, stashed it in his bag, and threw it over his shoulder. Making his way out of the abandoned building, he hummed to himself as he joined the flood of people on the street below, mingling in.
A few people chanced a glance at him, but one look at his face, with the gnarly scar down his right cheek, and they soon turned away. Some women were not upset by his looks. The ink on his thick arms, not to mention the expensive watch covering his wrist, always had a magic way with the bitches.
Money talked.
He had a lot of it.
Galen liked nice things.
And he was prepared to do whatever it took to get those nice things. He’d been killing since he was fourteen years old. It was an easy profession. His parents had died when he was young, and he’d ended up in the foster care system. Maybe that was where his conscience died.
His first kill had been a foster mom who had been too handsy and liked to use her belt. One of the girls in the home with him had to entertain the male guests, and if she caused a scene while they were filming the rape, the woman would beat her to within an inch of her life.
That death had been a lot of fun.
So had the men who’d been using the poor girl.
Galen made sure she was taken care of. She had wanted for nothing. The only person in the world who he believed was a saint. She spent a lot of time praying. That foster mom had fucked up her head, or maybe it had been him. He hadn’t exactly killed in private. She’d witnessed their deaths.
He came to a stop when the hairs on the back of his neck seemed to rise up. Something was happening.
Turning left and right, he assessed the men and women going about their business. Within seconds, he spotted two men that were out of place. Their suits gave them away and then the way they carried themselves. They didn’t even attempt to blend in. They were sloppy in their approach, and their too-tight suit jackets highlighted that they carried weapons. Fucking amateurs.
Seeing them there, ready to take his kill from him, only made him angry. They’d been double-crossed somehow and he’d been up before sunrise planning this shit for nothing.
He beat them into the cheap hotel and closed the distance to his target’s door, slamming his fist against it. “Room service.”
“I didn’t order room service. Go away.”
Galen shook his head. Who the fuck was this woman?
He slammed his hand against the door, attempting not to attract any kind of attention. No one knew what he looked like, only Viko would have been able to spot him in the crowd.
The lock of the door flicked open, and he wanted to throttle the little bitch. Didn’t she know anything about safety? She knew her life was on the line and yet she opened the door to him anyway.
The moment the knob twisted, he forced his way inside. She opened her mouth as if to scream and he covered it with his hand, pushing the door shut. He twisted Skye around so that her back was pressed against his body. “If you so much as whisper, I’ll slit your throat.”
It wasn’t exactly the best way to get the woman on his team. This was fucked.
“Keep quiet and stay still.”
To help him think, he covered her nose and mouth and listened.
Skye wanted to breathe, though, so she fought him, but he heard what he needed to. Releasing her mouth, he threw Skye and himself across the room, pushing her out of the way and using the bed as some coverage. Pulling out his Glock, where he had it stuffed in his pants, he was ready as the door crashed open.
Guns at the ready, the two men charged inside.
Galen shot the first one between the eyes. A nice clean shot, and he fell to the floor within seconds. The next guy panicked. Firing off his weapon, with two shots this time, Galen killed him.
It was an insult with how damn sloppy they were. None of this contract made any sense.
He grabbed a whimpering Skye, wrapped his fingers tight around her arm, and hauled her up off the floor. Tears fell down her face and she looked a nervous wreck. He thought about tiny Adele from so long ago, how shaken she’d been, but she hadn’t been afraid of him. He’d been her savior. To this woman, he was a monster.
“Shut the fuck up before I give you a reason to cry. Let’s get one thing straight. Until my boss says otherwise, you’re alive and staying that way. We’ve got to make it out of here without causing a fuss. Do you think you can handle that?” he asked. “Or do I need to knock you out?”
****
What was with these people?
Skye didn’t understand how anyone could be so … mean, so cruel. Death wasn’t easy or normal to live with. It was painful and scary. There were two men dead on the hotel room floor, blood pooling around them, and she knew they’d come from her employer by the way they were dressed. He had a code of dress that every single person had to abide by.
Memories from last night played in her head, coming back in a rush. All the blood, the adrenaline, the fear.
She should have known the job was too good to be true. A great salary along with a live-in position. She didn’t need to find a place to stay or be worried about making it to work each morning. The tight security should have told her everything she needed to know. At the time, she figured she was working for someone important, maybe a political figure. Nope. For the past year she’d been working for a criminal.
“Please don’t kill me,” she said.
“I’m not going to kill you. My car is parked out there. We need to make it without alerting the authorities or anyone else. I’m here to protect you but I can’t do that if you’re drawing attention to us. Got it?”
She had no idea who he was or why he’d saved her. Clearly, someone was looking out for her. She nodded and gave him a tight smile.
“Do you have any belongings?” he asked.
Skye shook her head. She didn’t exactly have time to collect her things after witnessing her employer commit murder. No, she’d been terrified, and if it weren’t for the son she’d been taking care of, she’d have never known the secret hideouts or shortcuts he’d shown her one day.
She was so stupid. There were so many warning signs to what she was getting herself into, but rather than take note of them, she’d carried on doing a job she loved. She adored children and one day hoped to have many of her own, but that was never going to happen.
“Let’s go.”
He still held her arm tightly, but Skye didn’t fight him, even as she knew his grip would leave bruises later. She had to get out of there. They left the motel room, stepping over what was left of the doorframe.
“I have to return my key,” Skye said.
Maybe she could sneak out the back of the reception area. Not going to happen, as this man didn’t let her go and within seconds she was being marched across the parking lot.
The car he drove surprised her. She expected something fancy, but instead, it was a tiny car with only two doors. He shoved his backpack behind the seat and pushed her into the passenger side. When she didn’t think he was looking, she tried the door handle, hoping for a way to escape.
This man was not there to save her. The ink, the scar, the fact he was terrifying, gave her all the clues she needed to know that this man was fucking dangerous. Maybe he was worse than the men he’d killed.
He climbed behind the wheel, turned over the ignition, bringing the car to life, and then it didn’t matter. She was alone in a car with a stranger. When had her life gotten so complicated?
Skye ran her hands up and down her arms, trying to get warm as a sudden chill hit her, which made no sense in the boiling-hot summer temperatures.
“Who are you?” she asked.
Silence.
“Who do you work for?”
More silence.
“Thank you for … doing what you did back there. I don’t think those men deserved to die. They were probably doing their job, but thank you. I guess they were going to kill me.” She hated these kind of silences. Her nerves always got the better of her, and rather than keep quiet and deal with it, she had to keep talking. “I’m not a bad person. I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Do you ever shut up?” he asked.
“Do you have a name? Should I call you my hero? My … muscle-bound savior?” Her cheeks were starting to heat up. She shouldn’t be looking at his tattoos, or any part of him.
He was a good-looking man.
The scar didn’t make him ugly—not to her. Of course he didn’t seem to smile either, and the hat stopped her from seeing his hair and a clear view of his eyes. His body, though, it was like he stepped out of a sexy dream. All hard muscle and heavily inked.
Was this why she ended up in the position she did? She was a sucker for some ink. Ugh, maybe people should just kill her now. She got herself into this mess. She had to be the one to get herself out of it.
Looking out the window, she didn’t know where they were going. None of the signs made sense to her. Nibbling her lip, she tried to focus but that wasn’t happening.
“Galen.”
“What?”
“That’s what you can call me. Galen.”
“Oh, well, I’m Skye.”
“I know.”
“How?” she asked.
“Because I know your name.”
“You were sent to save me?”
“Actually, Princess, I was sent to kill you and was just about to take the shot when your fucking boss decided to stiff me out of my money. I don’t like that, so you’ve just become one of the luckiest women in the world. You’re now worth more to me alive than dead.”
Fear raced down her spine and she felt a sickness twisting her gut. As far as speeches went, it was one of the worst she’d ever heard. She was hoping he’d say he was there to save her but that would be too lucky.
“You’re going to kill me?”
“Not anymore. Don’t you listen?”
“I don’t have to listen to you.” She clenched her hands into fists, wanting to hurt him, to attack him, do anything but allow herself to succumb to her situation. She wasn’t a coward.
“If you want to live, you’ll have to listen. Do you think those men will be the last that come for you?” he asked. “Trust me. Your boss is sloppy but he wants you dead, which tells me you’ve got a whole lot of important information in that pretty little head of yours.”
“I don’t know anything.”
“You know something, or you saw something.”
“Please, let me go.” She hated the fact she was starting to cry. Whenever her emotions went haywire, the tears came, and she hated looking so weak.
Right now, she didn’t feel weak. She felt angry. No, she was pissed off. That’s what she was. She was just a nanny, trying to make the lives of children easier, helping parents. The last thing she ever wanted to see was someone being murdered, or hearing their screams. She’d have to relive that night for the rest of her life.
That evil bastard was alone with his son and daughter. She had wanted to go and get them, to run, but she knew she’d been seen, and now there was no way out for her.
“I never should have taken that job.” She slammed her hand against the front dash.
“The car is not at fault.”
“It was too good to be true but I took it anyway. Earning six figures a year to take care of two of the nicest kids. Now I know exactly what their father is capable of.”
“Hold on. Kids?”
“Yes, kids.”
“What are you? A mistress?” Galen asked.
Skye snorted. That would have been hilarious. Her employer, or ex-employer now, had been good-looking, but she didn’t like him that way. There was something in his eyes that had repulsed her and now she knew what.
“Hell, no, I never had sex with him.” She was a virgin and twenty-five years old, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. He wouldn’t believe her.
Dating men, talking with them, didn’t come naturally to her. They were like an alien species, and she didn’t go out of her way to get attached to them.
“Then what the hell are you?”
“Besides being a woman who very much wants to live, I’m a nanny.”
Silence filled the car. She loved being a nanny and those kids, whenever their father wasn’t around, were the sweetest pair she’d ever gotten the privilege of knowing.
“You’re a fucking nanny? You don’t smuggle drugs? Guns?”
“I don’t cheat. I don’t steal. I’m honest about everything. I love kids.” She growled. “Now my life is a complete mess.”
End of sample chapter
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