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

and clapped me on the back. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s get moving before the pussy train pulls out without us.”
    I grunted and followed him toward our car. We got in and fell in line in the caravan as the group of cars, the women in the middle, began to head back toward the city.
    I couldn’t help but think about the girls shoved into those trucks. Young and stupid, they had no life ahead of them, not while they were slaves to the mafia. I didn’t love that my people did things like this, but I knew they had to if they were going to compete. Our operation was nothing compared with the Russians; they imported thousands of girls a month to our hundreds. The Latinos were pretty bad themselves, bringing girls up from South America, nice and addicted to Colombian heroin.
    The club we were headed to was in the middle of a seedier neighborhood on the edge of downtown. The city flashed past the window of the truck as we moved, heading farther and farther into the city. I kept expecting the Spiders to hit at any second, but all was quiet.
    The caravan eventually made it to the club. We pulled down an alleyway at the back of the club. It was a tight squeeze getting all of the cars in there, and there wasn’t much space to maneuver.
    “Whose decision was this?” I asked Dante as we stopped and got out.
    “What do you mean?”
    “This alley is a fucking death trap.”
    He gave me a look. “Shit,” he said.
    The girls started to get out of the trucks up ahead. We had some room to move around, but not much. The trucks and cars were parked bumper to bumper, and there was no way to get out unless the cars on the ends moved first. Basically everyone was boxed in with nowhere to go.
    The muscle got out and stood around, looking uncomfortable. I couldn’t tell if they were thinking the same thing, but this was bad. There were too many people jammed into this small space. Back when it was just three or four trucks bringing the girls in, this drop-off was probably fine, but now it was jammed with men standing around with weapons.
    I wasn’t surprised at all when the gunfire started.
    It happened fast. As the first group of girls got out of their truck and moved toward the back door, bullets started raining down on the trucks. Men scattered and started yelling orders as I found cover behind our truck.
    “Fuck!” Dante yelled. “The roof!”
    I looked up, and sure enough there were men up there in black masks firing down at us. The girls were screaming and scattering all over the place.
    “The girls!” Dante yelled.
    I watched as a group of thugs tried to round the girls up, but they were gunned down as soon as they moved.
    “We have to move the trucks,” I told Dante. “Come on!”
    “Fuck that,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.”
    That fucking coward. I moved fast, heading toward the last car in the caravan. I felt bullets smashing all around me as I moved, but I kept my head down and stayed close to the cars. Soon I was pressed up against the last car.
    I flung the door open. The driver was dead, a bullet in his skull. I dragged his body out and got in, starting the engine. Bullets instantly exploded all around me, but I threw the car into reverse, flying out of the alleyway.
    I stopped and dove out, running low back into the alley. More bullets, but this time the other men on my side figured out what I was doing. They began to return fire, causing the men on the roof to back off as I got into the next car and pulled it out.
    The next two cars drove out as well, clearing space in the alley. I dove back in, keeping close to the walls, picking my way up toward Dante.
    “We have to get the girls in the cars,” I yelled.
    “No way. We’re pinned down!”
    I could see fear in his eyes, and I realized he was useless.
    I moved away, heading toward the front of the line. The girls were mostly huddled together still in their trucks.
    That was when I saw them.
    Spiders, their masks on, walking into the alley from