The Leone Crime Family Box Set
BB Hamel
Contents
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Obsessed with his Bride
1. Dante
2. Aida
3. Dante
4. Aida
5. Dante
6. Aida
7. Dante
8. Aida
9. Dante
10. Aida
11. Dante
12. Aida
13. Dante
14. Aida
15. Dante
16. Aida
17. Dante
18. Aida
19. Dante
20. Aida
21. Dante
22. Aida
23. Dante
24. Dante
25. Aida
26. Dante
27. Aida
28. Dante
29. Aida
30. Dante
31. Aida
32. Aida
Taken by her Prince
1. Steven
2. Colleen
3. Steven
4. Colleen
5. Steven
6. Colleen
7. Steven
8. Colleen
9. Steven
10. Colleen
11. Steven
12. Colleen
13. Steven
14. Colleen
15. Steven
16. Colleen
17. Colleen
18. Steven
19. Colleen
20. Steven
21. Steven
22. Colleen
23. Colleen
24. Steven
25. Colleen
26. Steven
27. Colleen
Tempted by the Sinner
1. Vince
2. Mona
3. Vince
4. Vince
5. Mona
6. Mona
7. Vince
8. Mona
9. Vince
10. Mona
11. Vince
12. Mona
13. Vince
14. Vince
15. Mona
16. Mona
17. Vince
18. Mona
19. Vince
20. Mona
21. Mona
22. Vince
23. Mona
24. Vince
25. Mona
26. Mona
Protected by the Monster
1. Luca
2. Clair
3. Luca
4. Clair
5. Luca
6. Clair
7. Luca
8. Clair
9. Luca
10. Clair
11. Luca
12. Clair
13. Luca
14. Clair
15. Clair
16. Luca
17. Clair
18. Luca
19. Clair
20. Luca
21. Clair
22. Luca
23. Clair
24. Luca
25. Clair
26. Luca
27. Clair
Knocked Up by the Killer
1. Tanner
2. Elise
3. Tanner
4. Elise
5. Tanner
6. Elise
7. Tanner
8. Elise
9. Tanner
10. Elise
11. Tanner
12. Elise
13. Tanner
14. Elise
15. Elise
16. Tanner
17. Elise
18. Tanner
19. Elise
20. Tanner
21. Elise
22. Tanner
23. Elise
24. Tanner
25. Elise
26. Tanner
27. Elise
28. Tanner
29. Elise
30. Elise
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Obsessed with his Bride
1
Dante
In a few minutes, I was going to kill a man.
The asphalt was slick with rain as I stepped out of my black SUV and into the pitch dark night. I shut the door, making the sound echo off the old brick building’s walls, bouncing around the block and out of sight. The only other sounds were the patter of rain in puddles and the soft idling of the SUV’s engine.
I knew Steven was watching carefully, a loaded Glock in his lap, as I stepped into the SUV’s headlights and let them silhouette me from behind.
“You good?” Steven called out the window.
“I’m good,” I said.
My eyes moved over to the abandoned school, my gaze passing over the boarded-up windows. The parking lines were beginning to fade, and the lawn around the school was beginning to get overgrown. I’d have some guys come out and cut it later in the week.
I looked up as another car came down the block, heading toward the school. It was a red thing, beat up with nearly black tinted windows, rust around the bottom, and duct tape holding on the front and back bumpers. One of the headlights was out, but the thing still managed to drive despite the fact that it seemed as though it was about to fall apart at any moment.
The car pulled into the parking lot, swung around, and stopped about twenty feet away from me. I crossed my arms, my pulse beating slow. I let the rain tap against my black jacket, not caring much if I got wet. I had on jeans, black boots, a gray button-down shirt, and a nylon jacket over it all. My dark hair was pushed back, almost haphazard and lazy. I took pride in my appearance, only insofar as it intimidated my enemies.
On a normal day, I wore a suit. Form-fitted, expensive. But I didn’t want to be visible that night, so I wore something different.
The car’s engine stopped and its only headlight winked out. A figure got out of the driver’s side and lingered a moment, the door still open.
“Dante?” he called out.
“Roger,” I said. “Get your ass out here. I’m getting rained on.”
The door slammed shut and Roger came walking toward me. He was an older man, probably in his fifties, but skinny and pale. His shirt hung off his bones, his khaki pants were too baggy, and there was a hole in his tennis shoes. His hair was gray, though covered with a ragged Phillies baseball cap, and he had bags under his eyes. He gave me his crooked grin and hesitated a few feet away.
“Hey, boss,” he said. “Hey, thanks, uh, thanks for, uh, seeing me.” He touched his hand to the base of his neck and shifted from foot to foot.
I stepped out of the beams of the headlights and moved to my right, closer to the brick-fronted school with its high arched doorway up a long flight of concrete steps. For a second, I could almost picture the kids that used to walk up those steps every day, probably since I used to be one of them.
Back when I was just a little shit, before I owned these streets.
“I was wondering when I’d hear from you,” I said, watching Roger closely. “You’ve been a little hard to get a hold of these past few days.”
“Right, right, sorry about that, boss.” He smiled at me and
wrung his hands in front of him. “I’ve been, you know, laying low.”
“Laying low?” I asked in mock surprise. “Why would you need to lay low, Roger?”
“Uh,” he said and clenched his jaw. “You know, boss, I should just come clean, right?”
I took a step closer to him and he flinched back almost by reflex. I smiled at him, tilted my head. “Yeah, maybe you should.”
“You know I hit a strip club, right? I thought it was… I thought it was owned by this fucking guy, Mack the Nose. You know Mack? Black guy, really tall, all ripped and shit?”
“I know Mack,” I said. “He’s Haitian. Nice guy.”
“Yeah, yeah, right, real nice guy, but I was trying to rob him, you know?”
I nodded and stretched my arms, never taking my eyes off Roger. “But it wasn’t Mack’s place, was it?”
“I thought it was,” he protested. “I really did. I didn’t mean…” He trailed off.
“Who owns that strip club, Roger?” I asked.
“I didn’t know,” he said and took a step backwards. “I really didn’t. I don’t… you’re not mad, are you, boss? You know I’d never, never fuck with the Volkov without talking to you first. You know that, right?” He squirmed from side to side again and I glared at him before shaking my head.
“Here’s the problem,” I said, keeping my voice low and steady. “You did fuck with them. That strip club is owned by motherfucking Vlas himself, and you ripped him off. Do you have any clue how much shit you’ve stirred up?”
“I know,” Roger groaned. “I know, boss. That’s why I’ve been laying low. But look, I’m here now. I want to make it right. I came with a gift, yeah? I brought you something.”
“There better be thirty thousand dollars cash in that car,” I growled at him. “Do you hear me, Roger?”
“Of course,” he said. “Fuck, yes, every single dollar is there and accounted for. We’ll return the money and make right with Vlas, right? Absolutely, boss, we’ll do it. That’s why I came here. I want to make right.”
“Good.” I turned to the car and gestured. The passenger side back door opened and Gino stepped out. He was short guy, muscular, always wore tight button-downs tucked into expensive jeans. He wore a raincoat tonight, and walked over with a little swagger, his dark eyes flashing between me and Roger.
“Where’s the money?” I asked Roger.
“Trunk of my car,” he said. “It’s open.”
I snapped at Gino, who nodded. I stared at Roger the whole time, never taking my eyes off the thief.
He was about as low level as they got. I always felt bad for the guy. He was in his fifties, never a made man, never even close to making soldier in any of the crews in the city. He’d been running small-time drugs, ripping off businesses, stealing from old ladies, that sort of shit for years and years. Most of that cash, he shot it right into his arm, and when he wasn’t on dope, he was drinking. The guy was a loser, the worst of the worst, but I kept him around because I felt sorry for him, and sometimes he came through with a decent score.
This would’ve been one of those decent scores. Ripping off a strip club for thirty grand was a decent run by anyone’s measure. But that dumb fucking bastard ripped off the wrong goddamned strip club, and now I had hell to pay.
Gino walked to the car and opened the trunk. I couldn’t see him in my peripheral vision for a moment, blocked by the open trunk, but then the sound of it slamming shut echoed. Roger shifted again, foot to foot, looking around like he was about to be ambushed.
“You got somewhere to be?” I asked him.
He blinked at me. “Shit, no, not at all. Sorry, boss. Just, just nervous is all. I got a good present for you though, you’re gonna love it, you’re gonna—”
“Boss,” Gino called out.
I held up a hand to Roger, silencing him, as my head turned to Gino. “Bring it over,” I said.
Gino hesitated next to the car, squinting in at something, then shook his head and carried over a black duffel bag. I could tell it was heavy as Gino slung it over his shoulder and opened it up right next to me.
It was full of cash. I reached in and picked up one of the stacks, flipped my finger through it, and dropped it back in. “If there’s anything missing, tell me now,” I grunted. “Don’t make me find out the hard way. I’m going to count it and I know how much is supposed to be there.”
“It’s all there,” Roger said.
“Good.” I nodded at Gino, but he didn’t move. “What’s up?”
“Boss, there’s, uh…” He trailed off, frowning. “There’s a fucking girl in the car, I think. In the back seat.”
My eyes turned to Roger and he was beaming at me. “What’s this?” I asked him.
“I told you, boss. I brought a gift.”
“I don’t need some junky whore,” I said, and nodded at Gino who walked back to the car. He tossed the duffel bag inside, but he didn’t follow it. Instead, he began to walk back out toward Roger.
The driver’s side door of the SUV opened, and Steven got out. He held his gun in both hands, his eyes narrowed. He was a good-looking guy and pulled down plenty of girls over the years. He was my height, with muscular arms and short hair. He was smart, and we’ve known each other since we were little kids. He wore a navy-blue sweatshirt and jeans, although he normally dressed in a dress shirt and tailored pants, similar to my own uniform. Steven was my top lieutenant and a killer through and through, one of the most dependable and vicious men I knew.
“Wait,” Roger said, taking a step back at the sight of my second-in-command. His eyes went wide and I could see the old junky thief starting to really lose it. “Hold on. My present. I swear, boss, it’ll change your mind, I swear to God.”
“Fuck, Roger,” I said. “You know how badly you messed up, right? You understand what you did?”
“I didn’t mean—”
I cut him off. “You didn’t mean to,” I mocked. “But you fucking did. You know how tense things have been with the Russians these last couple of years, and then you have to go and hit one of their top Capo’s strip joint. Do you have any clue how much shit I’m getting for that?”
“I didn’t… oh, fuck. But wait. Just take my gift, okay?” His eyes were pleading now, and I could tell he was on the verge of wetting himself.
I sighed, and shook my head. “I’m not interested.”
He turned, ignoring me. “Aida!” he shouted. “Aida, come out!”
I was about to tell him to shut the fuck up when the back door of his car opened and a girl stepped out.
She was hard to see at first. She wasn’t quite in the light yet, but I caught a glimpse of thick, dark hair, milky skin, a curvy body. I hesitated, a little surprised, as she walked toward the group and came into the light.
Aida was beautiful. She had thick, pink lips, and wide green eyes. Her eyebrows were heavy and dark but well-manicured, and her thick dark hair fell down around her shoulders. She wore a low-cut black tank top and tight jeans, and although she had an angry scowl on her face, she was unmistakably gorgeous. I looked from Roger to the girl and back again, trying to understand what the fuck was happening.
“This is Aida,” Roger said, turning back to me. “This is my daughter.”
I stared for a long moment. Then a laugh broke from my lips.
I couldn’t help myself.
Roger the junky thief, the loser, the pathetic asshole, had a daughter. And not just any daughter, but a beautiful one at that. She glared even harder and crossed her arms under her full breasts, and I couldn’t help but stare at them. She looked away from me, anger flashing in her eyes, as Roger walked over to her.
“This is my daughter,” he said again. “She’s a pretty girl, right? Listen, Dante. I know how bad I fucked up. So I want you to have her. I want her to marry you, I mean, you can marry her if you want to. I just mean, I want you to have her, is all.”
I stood there, absolutely fucking shocked. I looked at Steven, who seemed utterly app
alled. His face was screwed up into a frown and his head was cocked to the side. Gino was trying not to laugh though, and he had to look away.