The Assassin (The Spitfire Book 3)

by Jordan Silver

  Using my hands on her ass I pounded up into her, hard, until I remembered.

  "Shit, is this safe?"

  "If you stop it won't be for you."

  She actually growled that shit at me so I turned us over so I could take the lead again.

  "You want me to fuck you into oblivion Mouth, is that it?" Her answer was to put her legs up over my shoulders grab my ass and pull me tighter against her.

  "Oh fuck." Whether I wanted to or not, it was on. I pounded her like my dick had something to prove, she stayed with me all the way, her pussy was working the fuck outta me. If this was a fight I'm not sure who the winner was, we fucked each other till we were both cumming and growling and screaming. I was the growler that time.

  We spent all day in bed, her appetite was out of control and my dick was all kinds of happy, the bed was a wreck, my back was protesting but I paid that shit no mind and my cock realized that although he was sore, if we fucked in water it was all good.

  "Flanagan, I think you've achieved your goal already, I can't get pregnant twice, you keep that thing away from me. You have to carry me back to bed because I can barely move."

  "No problem baby momma." I don't know how the fuck I was supposed to do that when I had no strength left myself, but I'll try.

  Sleep came easily that night after a light snack, neither of us wanted too much to eat although we'd expended all our energies throughout the day and well into the night.

  I slept like a baby and didn't know shit until about seven the next morning. I smacked Mouth on the ass as I climbed out of bed, she grumbled at me and rolled over, burying her head under her pillow; I guess I was making breakfast this morning.

  I was just turning pancakes over onto a warmer when she came into the kitchen and my phone rang simultaneously.

  I had on sweats and a tee while she was still in her robe.

  "Hi baby, let me get this and I'll get you some juice, sit down."

  She looked a little strange but did as I said, I wonder what that was about, couldn't be morning sickness, I think it was too early for that, whatever.

  "Flanagan." Michael was on the other end.

  "James is dead."

  "Who, what the fuck, my little brother?" I heard a strange noise behind me but paid it no mind.

  "No, Foster."

  "What, how?" Fuck I wanted to do that fucker myself.

  "Bow and Arrow." I listened as he gave me the details of the killing while I turned and looked at Mouth trying to piece shit together. It couldn't be, there's no way, how, when?

  "How long was he there?"

  "It's a new hit, hours maybe."

  We both knew who had done it, what I didn't understand was how. I hung up the phone as I looked at her fully.

  "How'd you do it Arianna?"

  She turned innocent eyes up to me and that's when I knew for sure, innocent my ass.

  "Do what?"

  "Do not fuck with me Arianna."

  "I don't know what..."

  "Don't fucking lie to me, don't you do it, you didn't kill James last night or early this morning?" She kept quiet and that was all the answer I needed.

  I left the room and headed for the bedroom, fuck this shit, I needed to get out and clear my fucking head because I didn't know what the fuck I was dealing with here.

  I took down an overnight bag and put my shoes on before heading for the front door.

  "Shane where are you going?" She grabbed the tail of my shirt.

  "Away from you, you fucking disappoint me." I shook my head at her and ignored the look of hurt that came across her face.

  "Shane please..."

  "No, you drop me a line in a few months and let me know if my kid survived your bullshit so I can arrange for child support or some shit, bye."

  I pulled the door open and headed out, Mouth right behind me and walked right into danger. I had my piece in hand and was firing before the fingerless fuck was able to get one off.

  I felt her body shaking behind me, for someone who killed so effortlessly she sure had a strange reaction to violence.

  "Ssh, come here, it's okay, we're okay." I pulled her body into my chest and tried to sooth her; this shit couldn't be good in her condition.

  Without sparing another look for the dead goon in my hallway I walked her backwards into the apartment.

  "Breathe baby."

  "He was, I wasn't, what if?" She shook like a leaf as she rambled; I knew what she was trying to say. We were almost ambushed, she hadn't been prepared.

  Right now my only concern was the safety of her and our child, I knew enough to know that this type of stress wasn't good for them.

  "Babe, you gotta breathe, look at me, breathe in, hold it, breathe out, keep looking at me, there's nothing else, just you me and him." I put my hand over her flat tummy.

  "You with me, it's all about him, you get overexcited he doesn't stand a chance against that kind of stress, knock it back babe."

  I pulled out my phone while I held her against me.

  "I need clean up at my place." I closed the phone and headed to the couch with her in my arms. We sat like that until she calmed down and I could think once more.

  "I'm done."

  "Thank fuck." I knew what she meant; she was done with her vigilante bullshit.

  "Are you still gonna leave me?"

  "The bag's empty Mouth."

  "The...you..." She tried taking a swing at me.

  "Settle your ass down, the guys will be here any minute to take that piece of shit outta here, when they're done I'm packing your ass up and moving you to the estate, maybe being surrounded by peace and serenity will do something for your murderous tendencies." She had the nerve to snort.

  "Or you could take up hunting since you're so blood thirsty, my poor kid is fucked and he isn't even here yet."

  "Hey, what do you mean by that?"

  "Where's your bow babe, you not planning to pin my ass to the wall by way of my neck are you? What I mean is that instead of a mom who bakes him cookies and sings him lullabies, he'll have you, at least my mom and sisters will be there to give the little tyke all the motherly love he needs." Who said I had to fight clean? This chick is certifiable, I've been saying it since the day we met, now I know how true that shit is, she's beyond anything I've ever seen or heard of. I can't use the usual tactics on her because they don't work, it's like an on going battle, obviously I'm paying for some past sin or some shit.

  "I can be motherly."

  "Yeah, was it a mother who went out and nailed James to the wall in an alley, how the fuck did you find him there anyway?"

  "You sure you want to know?"

  I just gave he my don't fuck with me look.

  "Okay, okay geez, I lured him there."

  "How?"

  "I pretended to be Teresa with new information on me, hah he took the bait, you should've seen his face when I showed up, I was on top of one of the buildings, I called down to him and when he turned I let him have it. No muss, no fuss."

  "Baby, you do know you're a little touched right?"

  "I'm not crazy Flanagan, I just like to get shit done, same as you, you just don't like it because I'm a girl."

  "No, because you're my girl."

  "Maybe we can work something out..."

  "Hell no, you just told me you were done,...I give up, obviously this thing is bigger than I, you don't care what I think so it's up to you, like I said, my mom will take care of junior and make sure he gets all the TLC he needs while you do your thing."

  "No one's raising my kid but me, I said I was done didn't I?"

  "I think I heard that before, you're not too big on keeping your word."

  "Are you calling me a welsher, if I say I'm done then I'm done."

  "Like I said, heard that lie before, not falling for it again, just please try to give my kid a chance at life before you get him killed."

  She looked at me like I'd slapped her, honestly, I didn't give a fuck, this girl wasn't like me or anyone I knew
, she'd fucked me into a coma and went out and killed a mother fucker, all in a days work.

  "That's just plain mean, try to get this through your head, James was a threat, do you think he would've let what you did to him in the club go? He would've always been plotting against you..."

  "Wait a minute, you killed him because of me?"

  "Well duh."

  "Mouth, I'm not your father, you don't have to kill to protect me, I've been protecting me for a long mother fucking time, it's my job to protect you, and now this little one, what is it with you, why can't you get it?"

  "I'm trying, besides you just killed fingers."

  "Yeah mouth, that's what I do, what I'm trying to stop doing, getting out of the life so we can have one. I don't think you kill for the reasons you gave me, I think you're just a killer, plain and simple, like it's in your DNA, fuck...she's gonna train my kid to do this shit." Yes I'm laying it on strong; it's the only way to get through to mouth.

  "I will not, you really think so?"

  "I don't think you can help it, poor kid. It's kinda sad really, I had all these hopes and dreams for our off spring."

  "Yeah, like what?"

  "Oh I don't know, like maybe our sons and daughters could run the legitimate businesses that I've been grooming, not just the club but the restaurants and the art gallery, stuff like that, whatever they wanted to do, as long as it was legit. They'd play soccer and be in the school plays and maybe we'd get a little ballerina out of the bunch. We'd give them the best childhood ever, full of love while spoiling them rotten."

  "I'd like that, I didn't have that, that sounds good, well dad and uncle Al and my aunt tried to spoil me, but there was too much of the other for it to be a really great childhood."

  "Well, I guess we can always watch Sophie and Anna's kids have that kind of childhood...."

  "What, why?"

  "Well, if we're going to carry on with this mob shit..."

  "No, no we're not either. I want our little ballerina."

  Gotcha.

  Chapter 13

  The Assassin

  Mob boy has lost his damn mind, he actually ordered these guys to come and pack us up.

  No sooner had the dead goon's carcass been dragged away than these beef necked hoods, (I know a hood when I see one) were at the door with boxes and scowls that would scare small children.

  "Mrs. Flanagan...."

  "Come on in guys." He answered from behind me before I could correct the man's assumption that I was the little wife.

  I heard a whispered 'is that her' before the three men turned and looked at me before being hustled off by the Don.

  "What have you been telling these people about me?"

  "Uh Mouth, we're not known for bow and arrows around these parts, two in quick succession and obviously by the same hand will bring speculation and being in our line of business, we have to keep up on the latest news if you know what I mean, so if you didn't want people knowing you as the Archer, you should've kept your ass in the house."

  "Aren't you afraid I'll pin you to the wall next, seeing as how you're always in my face?"

  "Mouth, you just iced a guy because you 'thought' he was a threat to me, I think I'm pretty safe."

  I squinted my eyes at him, "I'm not sure about this relationship shit, if the other person knows you so well they might start to take advantage." I started mumbling under my breath, I was gonna have to figure this crap out, no way was I gonna let mob boy get the drop on me.

  "Come here mouth, I read up on this shit and you're not supposed to become hormonal for at least another few months, so please, your special brand of crazy is enough to deal with don't add anything else just yet, let's get moved in and settled. ..."

  "I don't see why we have to move it doesn't make sense."

  "Because I say so, that's why."

  Prince of The City

  I should've known better yes, but where's the fun in that? I fielded the little paperweight that came at my head just as the sisters in law were coming through the door.

  Michael the ass started grinning while Anthony tried to keep a straight face.

  "Hey Archer, trying out for a new sport, the shot puck maybe?" Oh he thought that was funny, jackass.

  "You two do what I asked?"

  "Yep, all squared away."

  "What did you tell them to do?"

  "None of your concern babe, just go make sure the men are taking everything, they have to go to your apartment next and pick up your crap."

  "I don't really have much over there, most of my things are back home in Chicago, maybe I can..."

  "Stuff it killer, you're not going anywhere, I'll hire professionals to pack up your shit when the smoke clears and your father goes back home."

  "Fine." She huffed her way into the bedroom grumbling all the way.

  "Where're the twins?"

  "Bringing up the rear, they're still pissed that she got past them to do Foster, they're trying to figure it out."

  "Get them in here, they'll never figure that shit out and trying to figure her out could take a lifetime, shit I was asleep next to her and didn't hear a thing."

  "I heard that mob boy, just you wait."

  "Oh shit Shane, you better watch it, I don't fancy having to unpin your ass from a wall, that shit is ghastly, speaking of which, here." Anthony threw an envelope at me.

  Inside were pictures of James, pinned to a wall by his fucking neck, eyes and mouth opened as if in surprise. She'd nailed him dead center of his throat.

  "What's in those fucking things that they can hold a grown man up like that?"

  "That's just it, I think that shit is heavier than she is, I don't know how she does it, but I heard the guys talking and it takes some serious skill to do this shit."

  "I can teach you Mikey." She sauntered back into the room with a backpack over her shoulder.

  "You're not teaching anyone anything, we're going to swing by the craft store and get you some yarn so you can learn to make booties, what's in the bag?" The two fucks started laughing.

  "Stuff...."

  "Quit fucking around Mouth, what you got, I don't recall ever seeing that bag before." I pulled it off her shoulder and out of her reach.

  "Holy shit Arianna, what the fuck?" I turned the bag so Michael and Anthony could see the contents just as Zane and Alec came in. I'd left the door open since the place would be crawling with my men all day with this moving shit and we'd pretty much taken care of the enemy quota for at least another couple days.

  "That's an assassin's cache boss."

  "You think Alec?" I passed the bag off to him and turned to the terror that was mine.

  "You give that back."

  "What do you need it for, huh?" I made a point of eyeing her stomach when I said it to drive the point home.

  "Hey kids what's going on? Ari I hear you nailed another one."

  Her father and uncle along with my Poppy came through the door; maybe I should rethink this open door shit.

  "Hey dad, don't talk about it, it makes Leonidas over here nervous?"

  "Leonidas?"

  "Yeah you know, the Spartan king, fought with the three hundred against Xerxes of Persia."

  "Kid where do you come up with this shit?"

  "I'm a genius uncle Al, didn't you know?"

  She grinned at the two men like we weren't just discussing her little bag of destruction.

  "So you're moving to the estate, that's good, it'll be harder for the enemy to get to you there."

  "Thanks for the update Poppy, anything new on your end?"

  "Let's go talk in private, you don't mind do you Archer?" He laughed his old ass off at that, fucking archer.

  "Man news travels fast, you three been gossiping again? Dad where've you been, what's going on back home? Stalin over here won't tell me anything."

  "And he's not gonna tell you anything either, you're out of it, done." I turned and headed to my office followed by the three meddling fucks, who knows what they had up their
sleeves this time, it was always something with them, between them and Mouth I don't know how I have time for anything else.

  "Okay let's have it."

  "What little Shane, it's nothing, we just wanted to have a little chat that's all."

  "Okay so spill it."

  "Well, we all agree that you're just the man to tame the Archer, but...."

  "Wait Poppy, you knew about this shit?" He didn't have to answer; the guilty flush on his face said it all.

  "Never mind, carry on." I held the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger where I could feel a headache coming on.

  "Well, as I was saying, we think just cutting her off cold turkey might not be the way to go, you see, you have to wean her off these things, little by little, it's like you, you can't just go legit, you have to maneuver things around and set things up just right before that can happen, just as with her...."

  "Poppy what bullshit, it's only the business part of things that takes time, but I can keep myself from going out and offing a motherfucker if I choose to."

  "Yeah, then why do you have guys in Chicago right now?"

  "Because those fucks back there are a threat to my wife and besides if I don't do it, she will and I'd be damned if I let that happen."

  "Son, you're forgetting one thing."

  "And what's that Rossi?"

  "She's not yours yet."

  "Are you fucking kidding me, she's all mine, has been from the moment we met and last night we confirmed that she's with child so tell me again how she's not my wife."

  "You hear that Al, we'll soon have another one, a little Ari running around, maybe we can..."

  "No, you can't, whatever it is you're thinking you can forget it, you're not turning my kid into a fucking killing machine."

  "Son you sound like you resent her for..."

  "Not her, you, I resent the fuck out of you two for putting her in this position, for making her believe that this was the only way, now I have to clean up your fucking mess, a fucking nineteen year old girl just iced three people in less than a week, that I know of, as for your bullshit poppy, you can't tame a lion after he's tasted human blood, you have to cut the motherfucker's head off one time..."