Called to Kill
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Jackson walked out of the room a few moments after, his eyes bloodshot and swollen. I gave the big man a pass for crying, for two reasons; one, he was a father to her and from what she told me they had a pretty close bond so he was allowed to be broken by her passing. And the second thing, I was about to walk in that room and do the same damn thing.
The vision before me was beautiful and brutal all rolled into one. She looked like she was only sleeping but the awareness that she would never wake up, kept my feet from moving towards her. I wanted to create a life with her and we were so close. A two hour plane ride to be precise, was all that stood between us and the beginning of our happily ever after in Melbourne. Now the thing that stood between us is a gap that can’t be closed.
Finding whatever strength I could muster, I walked over to the bed, her skin already so pale from the immense blood loss, her lips a soft shade of violet. I sat in the chair beside her for a moment, the words getting caught in my throat every time I opened my mouth. Taking a deep breath, I gave it my all, knowing that if I didn’t I would hate myself for it later.
“Why?”
My voice broke as the weight of the world collapsed on my shoulders. When my mum passed away two months ago, I saw her in the hospital like this and it was hard to say goodbye but it was nothing compared to this. I had thirty-three years with my mother and while her death was sudden, I had years of memories. Years of them. This time I had four months of memories. We were just starting to get somewhere when our story was slammed closed.
Seeing her like that, it was if my shattered heart hardened on the spot, locking away with it my love for her but ensuring that it never opened to another again, bringing with it a calmness that was almost scary. My expression stiffened as I clenched my jaw.
“I’m going to rip her beating heart from her chest for what she has done to us, I promise you. There is nowhere in this world she can hide where I wont find her. I will hunt her to the ends of the earth and I will get the justice you deserve.”
Leaning forward I placed a kiss on the cool flesh of her forehead, the last of the tenderness that remained falling onto her pale cheek from my eyes. Wiping away the moisture, I walked away, closing the door behind me. I loved her and I always will but I have a new focus and that is to get the information out of Penelope, find Camille and end her life. No questions. No games. Just death.
I found Jackson in the hall, one arm wrapped around Mack’s shoulders and the other up to his ear as he spoke to the person on the other end of the line.
“She’s dead! This will not be a case of sticking her freaking body in a box and putting a shipping label on her. I am the head of the Melbourne company and you will give my girl the respect she damn well deserves!” I didn’t know who was on the other end of the line but I was thankful it wasn’t me.
Mack wriggled out of Jackson’s grasp and walked over to me,
“So, what are you going to do about this, Daniel?” Her question took me by surprise and my answer made her smile. She offered her services to help track down Camille and James offered the services of what he called “The garbage men” to help clean it up after I was done.
It was clear that Melbourne had a lot of love for Tamikah and getting them to help me on this job, even though it would piss off the heads and cost us all our jobs if we got caught, would be easier than I realised. Here in Sydney we worked together and some of us might have caught up for a drink after a group mission, but the Melbourne crew, they were a family. I both envied and respected it and when it came to vengeance for not only Tamikah, but also Marcy, it was no surprise when James and Mack volunteered to help.
“Daniel! Come here please?” Jackson’s voice was commanding and I obeyed, without hesitation.
“Under the circumstances, I will understand if you wish to stay here rather than transfer to our Melbourne office…” I cut him off before he could continue,
“No Jackson. I’m still coming to Melbourne. I’m not going to be able to do what I need to do unless I am there. And that is to cut off this bitch’s head and get revenge for what she has done to us all!”
Jackson smiled, “Good. I’m glad to hear it. How can I help?”
Continue the series with
CALLED 2 KILL: REVENGE
Daniel is taking the lead as the gang heads off to Russia hot on the tail of their target.
A night of passion turns deadly and an unexpected visitor turns their world upside down.
Will they ever find the mastermind behind the attacks or will they be left chasing their own tails?
Find out in the second installment in the Called to Kill trilogy
Coming November 26, 2018
About the Author
Born on September 22nd 1986 in the South Western Victorian town of Geelong, Australia, Angela is a mother of five children. Having a passion for writing from a very young age, Angela started by writing short stories and poems before dabbling in song writing and books.
When she isn’t writing, Angela is a children’s photographer working under “Kids@Play Photography” and also creates a range of prints and gifts under “A.M Surtees Photography” and loves everything creative.
Angela’s dream is to photograph tigers in the wild savannah’s of Africa and enjoy tea and cake under the Eiffel Tower in Paris.
Many thanks
Thank you first and foremost to Kiff Shaik from Solidarity Graphics for the simply ah-mazing art that wraps this book in a beautifully badass bow.
Thanks to Nechole, Raegan, Jacinta and my mother, Debby, for pulling together with your tough critiques to get the edits done so that this book could be something special after more than one set back pushing it back far further than I’d ever feared. If it wasn’t for you guys, I’d probably be 40 before it ever saw print.
Also thanks to everyone who supported this project, put up with my absenteeism while I hid away and wrote this trilogy and offered to help out in any way they can.
To my children,
Elsie, Myrandah, Blake, Tiffany and Ariah. One day you will be old enough to finally read this series and I’m sure you will love it (you girls especially) and when you do finally finish this book and reach this part, I wanted to simply say one thing, hi ??
Kidding. I hope your lives have become everything you had hoped for and I hope that you are happy with the lives you have built but if you aren’t, then now is your chance to get up and change it.
It is never too late for a blank slate.
See you again for book two ??