Mafia King's Contract Breeder

Emmanuel POV

"You." I pointed at the nearest guard. "Guard this van."

"Boss." The man nodded and diligently planted himself in front of the van door, obedient and asking no unnecessary questions like a good lackey should.

The tunnel had been cleaned up efficiently in the short space of time that it took Lara to demonstrate her ’first aid’ abilities. Bodies piled into vans. Injured guards patching each other up with first aid.

And at the center, the three still alive assassins were under armed guard, Dover standing over them, speaking to our men.

I glanced down at my shoulder dryly and tucked the edge of the ridiculous little bow in again before I came closer.

"Shall we kill them here, Boss?" Dover glanced up as I came closer. "Make them one happy family with their teammates? Or do you want to...work on them a little, first?"

He cracked his knuckles in anticipation.

One of the three flinched. The other two kept their heads bowed and gave no reaction.

"A commendable effort, gentlemen," I said to them. "Really. I haven’t had so much fun in years. A shame that the fun has to end, hm?"

I considered them for a moment, watching every breath, every twitch.

One of them lifted his head abruptly. The man at the center, their captain, I assumed.

"Mr Altair sends his regards," he said roughly.

As I expected.

"Oh, I know," I said calmly. "How generous of him to send his regards so regularly. But it is about time I sent him a present of my own back."

This was the opportunity that I had been waiting for, the first time we had the manpower to catch the assassins alive.

A chance to serve my enemies some long overdue justice.

"Strip the uniforms off them," I ordered to my men. "And the dead men too. Badges, access tokens—make sure you don’t miss a thing."

"Yes, sir," my men got to work immediately.

The man who had just spoken flailed violently as rough hands peeled off his mask, revealing his face.

"Do you think you can get into the Altair estate just like this?" he said, barking out a laugh. "You have no idea what you are up against!"

"As futile as Mr Altair’s attempts to kill me have been, I am sure he is hoping for a miraculous success. Your men have been...better than your predecessors. Organized. Disciplined. How did you know that my car would pass thorough here tonight?"

He didn’t answer my question.

Instead, he said, "Do you think wearing our uniform will be enough to get you into the estate? There are biometric screens. Passcodes. You won’t get through the door."

"Rich people are really scared someone will sneak up on them in their sleep, eh," Dover said, unimpressed.

We shared a glance.

The layers of security measures that had thus far kept the Altairs safe on their hilltop were not unknown to me. A combination of physical access passes, daily changing passcodes, and biometrics.

The assassin let out a dry laugh, grasping for dignity. A difficult thing when my men had stripped him of his uniform down to his underpants.

"One man can never shake the foundations of a family like the Altairs..." he declared, as though he somehow shared in the glory of the Altairs just by being their guard dog.

"Watch me." I lifted my gun. "Or rather, don’t. You have already outlived your usefulness."

I executed him with one bullet between the eyes.

He slumped to the ground.

I turned my gun on to the next man.

"Do you have anything useful to tell me?"

The second man gritted his teeth, cracking open the poison hidden in the back of his mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head, a dribble of foam escaping his lips.

My lip curled.

The barrel of my gun turned to the third and last assassin, the one who had flinched when Dover spoke of execution. He had been my target from the beginning, the weakness amongst the group.

I pressed my gun into his forehead.

"And you?" I asked pleasantly. "Do you also wish to give up your life for your masters?"

The assassin looked up at the gun, sweat rolling down his temple.

"The passcode tonight is limonite," he blurted out in a rush. "Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me, please."

I removed my gun from his head.

"Tie him up and take him to one of the cars," I said. "You can earn your life back once we have tested the truth of your information."

"It’s true! It’s true!" he stammered as two of my men dragged him away. "But they change the code every day. It won’t work anymore after 24 hours."

A slim window of opportunity.

"What are you thinking, Boss?" Dover leaned in close.

"I am thinking that tonight is a good night for Mr Altair to die."

"I will go," Dover offered. "But we will need a fresh team from the Tower. The boys are too tired for a job as important as this."

"I will go myself," I said.

"You are injured," Dover reminded me.

Was I?

So much adrenaline still pumped through my veins that I could barely feel the pain.

He eyed my bandaged shoulder, and a smile surfaced on his face, out of place for the conversation. I looked down to find that the stupid little bow Lara tied had bounced up again from the edge of the bandage.

I tucked it under the edge of the bandage again with a chagrined look. I tried to slow my breathing down.

I looked around at the weary faces of the men who followed me, who had fought with their lives for me. Some of their number lay in the pile of bodies packed into one of the vans.

"You have fought well," I said, addressing them all. "Everyone here tonight will be rewarded. And for those of our brothers who have been taken from us...there will be retribution."

A low, answering murmur rippled through the men, spirits raised again despite fatigue and injury.

The thought of this kill after so many years made me bloodthirsty. Made me impatient. But Dover was right. I needed to slow down enough to give this opening the dedication it deserved.

"Back to the Tower, first," I ordered decisively. "We will send out a team from there."

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