Kissing the Killer: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Barone Crime Family) by B. B. Hamel Read Free Book Online Page A

and dealt with it like everyone else did. I wasn’t some hero, some dumbass cowboy who was going to ride off and save all the poor hookers who got caught up in this nasty business.
    I put my head down and concentrated on keeping myself alert as we waited. Nobody was talking, and there was a strange, heady sense of anticipation hanging over the group, like everyone there knew something was going to happen.
    Dante smoked cigarette after cigarette, staring off into the distance. I sat down on an empty barrel near him. “Anything else I should know about this?” I asked him.
    “What? No. Why?”
    “Just that everyone here seems on edge,” I said. “We have big numbers, so it’s a little curious.”
    He sighed. “Fuck. Well, there’s one small detail. See, every time the Spiders attack, they don’t leave survivors.”
    “What?”
    “Yeah. They kill everyone, except for the girls. They steal the girls for themselves.”
    “Shit man. No wonder everyone is on edge. They think there’s a chance we all might get slaughtered.”
    “See? That’s why we need people like you.”
    I shook my head, annoyed. “You should have told me sooner.”
    “Why? Risk you not coming?”
    “No, you dumb fuck. I would have brought a bigger gun.”
    He laughed and stubbed out his cigarette. “Too late for that. Here they come.”
    I followed his gaze and saw a semitruck pulling down along the road and angling toward us. The container on its back was big and white with no markings at all.
    The other men all reacted. Some went to open up the doors of the trucks we had with us and some got their weapons out. A few were sent to scout out the perimeter, make sure nobody was out there watching.
    This was a fucking death trap. The Spiders were slaughtering us and I was sent to be a part of it. I couldn’t decide if it was because they thought I could help or if they wanted me dead. But if Dante was here as well, it couldn’t be because they thought we’d all die. He was too important to waste on something like this.
    No, if Gian requested me, he hoped that I’d be able to help.
    So I kept my head on a swivel. While I didn’t know the guys around me, that didn’t meant they weren’t trustworthy. The mafia didn’t employ men for these sorts of things who weren’t good with a gun, and these men all looked hardened and like they knew what they were about.
    No, it wasn’t going to be brute force that I brought to the table. It was going to have to be something else.
    The truck slowly pulled up closer toward the warehouse. The outer fence was opened up and the truck drove straight toward us. The men made room as the truck drove straight in through the enormous steel doors and stopped right in the middle of the warehouse itself.
    I stood off to the side as men opened the large back doors of the truck.
    “Here we go,” Dante said. “The pussy train is coming.”
    Ignoring him, I watched as, one by one, young girls began to climb out of the back of the truck.
    There must have been thirty or forty of them, way too many for the trip to have been anything resembling comfortable. Those container trucks were hot and sticky, not to mention rough. I could imagine them huddled together, barely able to breathe the humid, stifling air.
    They looked thin and hungry. Sunken eyes, dirty clothes, and the occasional track mark from needles getting shoved into their arms defined the group. Some of them were beautiful and some of them weren’t, but it didn’t really matter. There was some sick fuck out there for each and every one of them.
    The men began to herd the women toward the trucks. I watched as they were piled in, and soon every one of the cars were full of these young, half-dead women.
    “When do they usually come?” I asked Dante.
    “Now,” he said. “They attacked just as the truck pulled in last time.”
    The warehouse seemed silent. The men who were scouting had returned, and it seemed as though everything was going well.
    Dante got up