Hitman's Revenge (a Forbidden Bad Boy Romance) by Emilia Beaumont Page A
Authors: Emilia Beaumont
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city and state Alice was privy to. “I need more answers… reliable information, and we both know you have this town wired. What do you know about Colt?”
“Oh Jack,” she sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. “I wish I could help you, I really do, but none of his people have been here in the last couple of weeks. At least not that I know of.”
“You owe me,” I reminded her. I expected her to resist at first, putting up a front for others to hear and see, covering her own back. But Alice’s eyes narrowed, and I knew I had her backed into a corner. A few years ago a rival of hers was threatening to have her shut down. One late-night visit and I had him ‘tripping’ down his stairs and breaking his neck. To this day, the case was still shut and not a word had been breathed since she called me that night. She would know I was desperate, but I didn’t give a shit. I needed to find Hazel.
“You must really care about that girl,” she finally said, losing some of her swagger and looking much older than she did normally. “I just heard that Colt was involved --, and he ain’t happy about what Nixon did to him, what he promised him. I also heard that Colt himself didn’t actually make the trip, but his goons were the ones that killed Nixon. I assume they took the girl?”
I gave her a sharp nod and her expression changed to a sad one. She leaned over to pat my hand in a motherly fashion. “I’m so sorry, Jack. For what it’s worth, I hope you kill the fuckers. Colt has gotten away with far too much for my tastes. Someone needs to take him down, and if anyone can do it, it’s you.” She then stopped a moment, some sort of realization coming across her features. “You know, I think I do have one bit of information you might be interested in.”
I leaned in closer, excitement running through my veins. “What’s that, A?”
She looked at me, a small smile gracing her lips. “There’s a building on Colt’s main property, down in Florida, funny shaped building. You know how security conscious he is? And don’t ask me how I know, but I know. Inside are all the controls for his estate, including the security cameras. You find that building, you control his ass, got me?”
“Thanks, A,” I said, polishing the beer off in one guzzle. She waved off the bills I pulled out of my pocket and gave me a wink instead. “On the house. Take care of yourself, Jack. Bring her around sometime, I would like to meet her.”
I thanked her again and walked out of the club, thinking this was the last place I would bring Hazel to.
So what had the old man promised Colt? A man as powerful as Nixon used to be a big deal in those crime circles, but there were newer, fresher men like Colt who wouldn’t uphold certain laws and unspoken rules that had been agreed to behind closed doors. Had he promised him a job he couldn’t deliver? That didn’t seem likely; Nixon was retired. No this had to be about me and what I did. This was Colt wanting payback.
And yet no one seemed to know for certain, or they weren’t telling, and I doubted I would be lucky enough to get anyone else to spill those beans without otherwise doing some vicious bodily harm. It was one thing to give me harmless information; it was another to tell me everything. I wasn’t a dumbass. I knew that Pedro, Kitty, and even Alice knew more than they were willing to share. They valued their lives and their businesses more than to get tangled up in this mess.
“Hey, you.”
Instantly on alert, I turned to find one of the dancers peeking out of the alley that ran between the club and the liquor store, huddled in a thin coat. “Yeah?” I asked, approaching her carefully. It could be an ambush, or it could be a proposition, I didn’t know.
“I’ve got some information about your father,” she said softly.
An unfamiliar feeling ran through me, and I swallowed hard to get rid of it. Nixon wasn’t my biological father. He sure treated me like the son
“Oh Jack,” she sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. “I wish I could help you, I really do, but none of his people have been here in the last couple of weeks. At least not that I know of.”
“You owe me,” I reminded her. I expected her to resist at first, putting up a front for others to hear and see, covering her own back. But Alice’s eyes narrowed, and I knew I had her backed into a corner. A few years ago a rival of hers was threatening to have her shut down. One late-night visit and I had him ‘tripping’ down his stairs and breaking his neck. To this day, the case was still shut and not a word had been breathed since she called me that night. She would know I was desperate, but I didn’t give a shit. I needed to find Hazel.
“You must really care about that girl,” she finally said, losing some of her swagger and looking much older than she did normally. “I just heard that Colt was involved --, and he ain’t happy about what Nixon did to him, what he promised him. I also heard that Colt himself didn’t actually make the trip, but his goons were the ones that killed Nixon. I assume they took the girl?”
I gave her a sharp nod and her expression changed to a sad one. She leaned over to pat my hand in a motherly fashion. “I’m so sorry, Jack. For what it’s worth, I hope you kill the fuckers. Colt has gotten away with far too much for my tastes. Someone needs to take him down, and if anyone can do it, it’s you.” She then stopped a moment, some sort of realization coming across her features. “You know, I think I do have one bit of information you might be interested in.”
I leaned in closer, excitement running through my veins. “What’s that, A?”
She looked at me, a small smile gracing her lips. “There’s a building on Colt’s main property, down in Florida, funny shaped building. You know how security conscious he is? And don’t ask me how I know, but I know. Inside are all the controls for his estate, including the security cameras. You find that building, you control his ass, got me?”
“Thanks, A,” I said, polishing the beer off in one guzzle. She waved off the bills I pulled out of my pocket and gave me a wink instead. “On the house. Take care of yourself, Jack. Bring her around sometime, I would like to meet her.”
I thanked her again and walked out of the club, thinking this was the last place I would bring Hazel to.
So what had the old man promised Colt? A man as powerful as Nixon used to be a big deal in those crime circles, but there were newer, fresher men like Colt who wouldn’t uphold certain laws and unspoken rules that had been agreed to behind closed doors. Had he promised him a job he couldn’t deliver? That didn’t seem likely; Nixon was retired. No this had to be about me and what I did. This was Colt wanting payback.
And yet no one seemed to know for certain, or they weren’t telling, and I doubted I would be lucky enough to get anyone else to spill those beans without otherwise doing some vicious bodily harm. It was one thing to give me harmless information; it was another to tell me everything. I wasn’t a dumbass. I knew that Pedro, Kitty, and even Alice knew more than they were willing to share. They valued their lives and their businesses more than to get tangled up in this mess.
“Hey, you.”
Instantly on alert, I turned to find one of the dancers peeking out of the alley that ran between the club and the liquor store, huddled in a thin coat. “Yeah?” I asked, approaching her carefully. It could be an ambush, or it could be a proposition, I didn’t know.
“I’ve got some information about your father,” she said softly.
An unfamiliar feeling ran through me, and I swallowed hard to get rid of it. Nixon wasn’t my biological father. He sure treated me like the son
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