Four Hitmen: A Quadrouple Bad Boy Mafia Hot Romance (Lawless Book 3)

by Alice May Ball

  As Declan squeezed her breasts and Liam leaned to suck and nibble her nipples, she felt the cascading blasts of their plan. Liam fucked her. As he did, he rose and crouched. The jets went from behind and beneath her to her front, her mound. Like huge hands of water, trilling and fondling and diddling her, while Declan and Liam fucked her from behind and in front.

  They were merciless.

  She was still twitching and incoherent when finally Liam and then Declan cleaned their cocks and finished off with hot blasts of smoky, salty love into her mouth, down her throat and all over her face.

  Two REALLY bad boys?

  How did all of this messing get started?

  TWO HITMEN

  A bad boy mafia romance

  WE’RE PROFESSIONALS AND WE’RE THE BEST. Whatever the job is, if the money’s right, we get it done - the dirtier the better.

  Two hot hitmen come to a small town for a dirty deed.

  There they find a woman, who’s abused and sore in need.

  Here’s an excerpt

  Prologue

  “The thing with the cops, Mrs. Cullen,” the public defender’s greedy eyes looked her slowly up and down, “what they want is someone they can put in jail. Unless you can hand them somebody better, you’re going to be holding the baby.” Thanks for that handy reminder, I thought. Will I be able to get a test kit in custody?

  And this was MY lawyer, the professional that was paid to be on my side. But I couldn’t give my lovers up. Not for anything.

  Excerpt – CHAPTER ONE

  “His eyes are opening now, do you see?”

  “Ah so they are, look at them flickering away there. He looks a bit like that blonde did last night when you were sucking on her pussy.”

  “More like the redhead while she was swallowing the length of your cock. I saw the tip of her tongue tickling you under your balls there. Oh, look now, Declan, I think he’s recognized you.”

  “I should fucking hope he would. If the fucker didn’t recognize me, that would be a very bad start to the proceedings.”

  “That it would. Your man would be in a pretty horrible predicament if he didn’t know who we were.”

  “Even more of a horrible predicament than the fucker’s in now, if you could fucking believe it.”

  “Imagine waking up in a big, damp, empty warehouse, strapped to a high back chair.” The clack of Liam’s heavy shoes echoed as he stalked around the chair to stand behind it, “Two big, evil motherfuckers in black suits and shades, looming over you and you’d no idea why.”

  Declan nodded as he stepped towards the man in the chair, “That’d be pretty fucking tragic.” He leaned down to put his face level with Abe’s. “Wakey, wakey, Abe.” Abe’s flabby jowls wobbled like jell-o as Declan’s massive hand slapped him.

  Abe started to jabber, his eyes fled from one man to the other and back. “It’s a misunderstanding. Come on, we can fix this, get it straight. Make it right.”

  From behind him, Liam’s voice drooped. “The misunderstanding,” and he shook his head, “That’s five bucks I owe you Declan.”

  “‘We?” Declan said, “What does he mean?” Liam’s head shook.

  Abe struggled in the chair.

  He said, “Look, I’ll give you more. I’ll give you double what we said in the first place.” He looked at Declan and strained to turn and see Liam. Then back, and again. “Each!”

  “Now here it comes, you see?” Liam stepped back and reached inside his suit coat. Pulled out a shiny black wallet, “I thought he’d be coming with the big offer first. But, no. He had to start with the misunderstanding.”

  Then he put his face beside the bulging eyes of the man strapped in the chair and spoke next to his ear. “Ya bollocks. You know that you just cost me another five bucks.”

  “Goes to show,” Declan accepted the five-dollar bill, “The man doesn’t think his bargaining through. Kicks right off. No negotiating strategy whatsoever.”

  Liam nodded, “Just winging it.”

  The man’s bald head shrank against the high back of the chair as Declan leaned towards him, “Thought you’d wing it with us,” he grinned as he raised an eyebrow, “Was that it? ‘I’ll just wing it,’ and you thought, ‘What can go wrong?’ Am I right?”

  His head was shaking, “Guys…”

  Declan cut him off, “It’s ‘guys’ now is it?”

  “We’re all in this together,” Liam said, “Is that the sort of thing?”

  Liam asked Declan, “Would you say that we’re all in this together?”

  “You mean like us two and those three girls last night? We were definitely all in it together there. You and I, we were in Miss Popsicle together.”

  Declan sighed, “Oh, yes. And the other two, we were all in it together there in so many ways.”

  Liam said, “And sure, we’re all in this cold fucking warehouse together, there’s no doubt about that. For reasons not of your choosing or mine, we’re all together in this dank, deserted tin shed, out in the rust and decay of a light industrial wasteland outside of Southeast fucking nowhere.”

  “All that is true.” Abe’s head jerked between the two big men as they prowled around him and Declan went on, “A place where, I might say, the atmosphere is doing nothing good for my Valentino suit, nor for yours either if you don’t mind me mentioning it, Liam. But I would add in the fact that one of us, namely Abe here, is trussed into a fucking chair, while the other two, yourself and I, are plainly not.”

  Liam nodded, “That’s a distinguishing feature, right enough.”

  Abe’s face was wet and he was red around his eyes.

  Abe shook as Declan dropped a hand on his shoulder, “Would you say that we were all in it together when the little bollocks here decided to set a discount on the work we did for him?”

  “And after the work was done, too.” Liam’s head shook, “Just reduced the final payment off his own bat.”

  “Unilaterally.” Declan prowled around the chair. “Without even an attempt at coming to terms.”

  “Not even the hint of a haggle. Hardly a star negotiator, it has to be said. Not a class act.”

  “No, Abe, I’m sorry to say, attempting to rip us off was the lesser of your transgressions.” Declan and Liam shook their heads sadly.

  Liam said, “You provided the time and the place for the job and when we arrived, there was a youngster, there on the scene.”

  Abe shook against the straps and the chair wobbled noisily. “What, you charge extra for collateral?”

  “OH!” Liam and Declan said, one after the other.

  “Now, that’s offensive,” Declan’s face wrinkled.

  “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” Liam said, “If you set the time and place, then a clean target zone is your responsibility.”

  Declan stepped back, “Bad manners, is the least of it.” Then, to Abe, “There are a couple of ways that this can go.”

  Nodding excitedly, Abe said, “Yes. Yes. Anything, just say. Whatever you want.” Declan held up a hand for him to stop.

  “Aw,” Liam said, “He thinks you’re going to be making a deal. Like you’d be laying out offers. Presenting him with alternative scenarios.”

  “He does, Liam. You’re right.”

  “It’s a wonder he built a business empire at all, wouldn’t you say?”

  “With his negotiating skills, Liam? I’d say it’s practically a fucking miracle.”

  “You shouldn’t let me hear your names,” Abe blurted from the chair. There was a pause. Then Declan and Liam’s laughs crackled and echoed in the big metal shed.

  After a moment, “Abe,” Liam said, “In this godforsaken asshole of a town, is there one decent brothel that you could seriously recommend?”

  “Oh, god yes.” Abe said, “Dalia’s. Big old Victorian house on 13th street. Set back and double fronted. She’s got a couple of sisters in there, used to be TV weather girls in Chicago. Suck the buttons off your shirt. They’ll do you both together, all ways around
, you know, plays in every port? Massive jugs, all natural. Pussies that could milk an elephant.”

  Liam’s face folded. “He’s all charm.”

  “Must have been a great one with the ladies.” Declan’s voice was hollow with disappointment. “Has this fuck got one redeeming fucking feature?”

  “If he has then he’s saving it up for a special occasion.”

  “Now, Abe,” Declan prowled clockwise now. “When you hire a couple of men to come and kill your business partner, do you expect them to be the kind of people you want to dick around and cheat?”

  “Did you think you’d be getting hitmen recruited from a Sunday school, Abe?” Liam asked him.

  Declan thrust his face near Abe’s. “That’s the bit that I don’t get either. Did you think the men who came to do the hit on your business partner would dissolve his body in vile chemicals, then turn into fluffy bunnies and hop away?”

  Abe started to speak, but Liam said, “Did you think we’d be the kind of men who couldn’t count all the way up to two hundred and fifty thousand? Or was it just that you’re such a big noise around here that when you decided to lighten the second payment by fifty K, we’d shrug it off and slink away?”

  “Should we light him up now, Liam?” Abe winced at the sound of Liam’s name.

  “There’s a couple of ways this can go, Abe.”

  “Anything,” the chair shook and his voice did, too.

  Liam said, “You’ll have caught a whiff of gas there, Abe. It’s all over the floor and there’s a tin bath full of the stuff right behind you.” Abe’s eyes flicked to the side at the rickety table, stacked with the tall candles that Declan was now carefully lighting.

  “You see right on the side, on the very edge of the table there, those two little pills.” Abe’s face was melting in misery. Liam went on, “Super powerful anesthetics. Put you into a coma in no time.”

  Declan said, “’Course, you’d have to lunge at the table with your mouth to get them. Quite tricky I’d say without knocking the table over.”

  “Can be done though,” Liam said.

  “Now for the choice,” Declan planted himself in front of Abe and from his suit coat he drew out a long, gleaming blade. He looked at Liam, “Femoral, carotid or forehead?”

  “No! WAIT!” Abe’s voice was as wet as his face.

  Softly Liam said, “You’d be as well to listen to this part you know. It could make a lot of difference to you.”

  Declan told him, “See, a femoral artery, that’s the one in your thigh there, if that’s severed it’ll pump out like a geyser and you’ll have a few minutes at the most, but you’ll likely be conscious till pretty near the end. Start to get cold as the top half of your body drains, numb fingers and then slowly you’ll drift into unconsciousness. The carotid artery, now, it takes about the same time to bleed out or maybe even a little longer but, because it takes the blood to your brain, you’re likely going to lose consciousness after a minute or so.”

  Declan’s head cocked to one side at Abe’s blubbering red face. “The forehead, though,” he drew his thumb across Abe’s forehead, “Blood pours down into your eyes and into your mouth. It looks very dramatic, doesn’t it Liam?”

  “Oh, it gushes,” Liam said, “Very dramatic indeed, Declan.”

  Declan nodded, “But it could take you an hour and a half or even two to bleed out.”

  “Can be even longer, Declan.”

  “I’ve not seen that.”

  “Don’t you remember the man in Phoenix?”

  “Oh, yes, Liam, I do now. That was a very long time. Three and a half hours nearly, wouldn’t you say?”

  “He didn’t die happy.”

  “Ah no. And that was what his wife wanted, wasn’t it. I remember now.” Declan’s head shook sadly, “We don’t get so much flourish from a client these days.”

  “No, you’re right there.” Liam chuckled, “There’s never any of this, ‘Make them understand the terrible thing they did,’ or, ‘Be sure they get this message and they know who it’s from,’ not these days. No, it’s just ‘bump the fucker off and make sure no-one finds him.’ No sense of style.”

  “No élan.”

  “You’re right, Declan, that’s exactly what it is.”

  Abe jolted as Liam’s big hand clapped on his shoulder from behind. Liam’s big paw squeezed him as he leaned down to speak into his ear, “They’re going to find you though, Abe, there’s no getting away from that.”

  Abe wet his pants. His lips trembled and he blubbered.

  “The joke of it is,” Liam said and turned to look into Abe’s streaming profile, “You know who they’ll credit with all this, you know who’ll be held responsible?”

  Declan smiled and said, “You’ll never believe who’s going to be famous for your horrific murder.”

  “I believe that’s what they’ll call it in the media.” Said Liam, “They love that kind of a lurid turn of phrase, don’t they? A ‘Horrific Murder.’ Or is it ‘An Horrific Murder’? I can never remember, can you, Declan?”

  “I never can. What do you think, Abe?”

  Abe just shook his head rapidly. Liam said, “Abe can’t remember either. Isn’t it a terrible thing, a failure of education?”

  “Anyway, Abe,” Declan lit the last of the big candles and placed it unsteadily on the table with the others. “The award for your grisly slaying as they might term it,” Liam nodded,

  “Oh, that’s a good one. ‘Grisly slaying.’ They might use that.”

  Declan smiled. “That distinction will go to your former and as we know now, very deceased business partner. Whom, as I believe we’ve established, nobody is ever going to find.”

  “There isn’t a lot left to find.” Liam’s voice was low.

  “Well no. And what there is, honestly, nobody would want to go near it, much less look at it. And not smell it.”

  “Oh, no, Abe, not smell it. Not for love nor money.” Declan put the Zippo back in his pocket. “Candles are all lit now, Abe, as you see, and balanced if perhaps a little unsteadily, on the little table. So, fish to fry and all that. We’ll have to love you and leave you.”

  “Well, leave you, anyhow. And thanks for the tip about Dalia, although I think you may have spoiled my appetite for her establishment.” Holding out the knife to Liam, Declan said, “Would you like to do the honors?”

  Liam smiled. “Under the circumstances we could take one each, do you not think?” Declan nodded once and Liam said, “So. After you.”

  The two thin red lines across Abe’s forehead leaked and ran then suddenly poured like red waterfalls. He gurgled and spluttered, coughed and choked.

  As they left Liam called out, “Don’t forget the pills, Abe.

  Declan tossed him the car keys and said, “Double or quits. What do you say?”

  “Sure. Time or distance, you choose.”

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