by Posey Parks
HIDDEN WITNESS 2
POSEY PARKS
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Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELEVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
CHAPTER FORTY
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
THE BIG DAY
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
CHAPTER FIFTY
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
CHAPTER ONE
DILLON
Filippo found me after all these years. The searing pain in my abdomen is a harsh reminder of where Filippo shot me. I’m lucky to be alive. Thankfully, Tony kept an eye on my house. He and Sebastian arrived about an hour ago, successfully removing the bullet from my abdomen, stitching up my deep wound and wrapping my torso in bandages. I am determined to rescue Sierra from Filippo’s psychotic ass.
Clutching my side, I left Tony and Sebastian conversing amongst themselves in my bedroom as I entered my walk-in closet. A sharp pain shuttered through my stomach as I removed my jeans inch by inch. My face scrounged up as my eyes closed. The pain in my side felt like it was burning through my skin. My hand flew over my side again. Carefully, I pulled my black khaki tactical pants on with one hand. I didn’t want to put pressure on my wound. I struggled to push one foot at a time into a pair of black Gore-Tex boots. Sitting on the bench, I winced and cringed as I tied my boot laces.
Grabbing a suit case from the back corner, I opened it, tossing in suits, jeans, and T-shirts for me. I began snatching Sierra’s dresses off the velvet hangers. I retrieved her jeans, T-shirts, and our personal belongings from our dresser, tossing them into the valise. Every move I made sent a shooting pain throughout my body. The pain vibrated my gut, it’s deep and warm, but not in a nice way. A reminder my movements were limited.
My thoughts are consumed with getting Sierra back safely. I’ll die trying. She didn’t deserve this fate. I can’t even wrap my mind around what happened. How did Filippo find me? I know what kind of filthy animal he is.
Flashback
I remembered my uncle Mick hated him. Walking past my uncle’s office, I overheard him talking to one of his men. “Filippo is a grimy, conniving, dirty motherfucker! That motherfucker has to be put down. I’m tired of him stealing business from us and turning our own men against us.”
My muscles tensed from his words. Should I tell my father? I clenched my clammy hands, then quickly walked toward my cousin’s room. Thinking back now, I should have warned my dad.
Present
Briefly, I stand still, running my hand along my brow, closing my eyes. That murdering son of a bitch had my fiancée.
“Tony, grab the bottle of pain killers from the night stand,” I yelled.
“Ok.”
Reaching into the top drawer of the dresser, I retrieved my platinum necklace carrying the diamond cross. Briefly, I stared at the necklace before slipping it around my neck. I haven’t worn the necklace in fourteen years. This necklace is a part of who I am.
“Dillon, only take two if you are trying to remain lucid during the rescue.” He cracked a smile and placed the pills and an open bottle of water on the dresser between us.
Stepping to the side a bit, I glanced around Tony at Sebastian. He was sitting in a chair in my bedroom next to the cherry wood dresser, diligently pounding away on his laptop. I returned my attention to Tony. “Hey, while Sebastian is checking traffic cameras searching for Sierra, tell me what the fuck is going on.”
He ran his fingers through his short brown spiky hair. “Sebastian recently informed me he dug into your past after you had dinner together. That’s just how he is. Nosey as fuck.” Tony threw his hand out, shrugging his shoulders.
“He then learned how I died but not why. I enlightened him on a few things,” Tony stated.
“I don’t think you know who she is, but Sebastian’s mother is dad’s sister Catriona. Her new name is Violet. Sebastian said she got out of the family business long ago.”
I stared at Tony while I listened, popping two white capsules into my mouth, washing them down with water.
“Yeah, I know who she is. I watched her and my dad kill some guy named Ernie when I was eight years old.”
Tony ran his hand over his face. “You sure? Because Sebastian said his mother told him his father asked our grandfather to let her out of the life when she was twenty, before Sebastian was born.”
My eyebrows rose. “Huh, well Tony, sorry to bust his bubble, she was still moonlighting with my dad. I even remember us sitting outside her house a couple times. She appeared different. She was giddy and cheerful, not angry and murderous. She wore a big smile and pink lipstick. Her black hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail. Her white polo shirt was neatly tucked into her starched jeans. The day she was with my father her hair was swept into a side ponytail. She wore black eye shadow and black eye-liner. She laughed loudly as my father tightened the vise around Ernie’s head. She went from psycho to soccer mom.” I circled my hands in the air.
“I never knew of her sons.” My lips puckered outward. “My dad never mentioned them and I wasn’t asking.”
“Not sure when Sebastian planned to mention he found out you were Dillon. He’s been going through his own set of family problems. Dom helped Sebastian bury some problems in Vegas. I remained out of view. I couldn’t risk him identifying me. That night I wore tactical glasses, a black baseball cap l
ow, and black tactical gear. I kept my head low. He didn’t recognize me. Your brother is the #2 now.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Get the fuck outta here! Are you fucking serious? How the fuck is he doing that? He’s in college.” I slipped a tight black T-shirt over my head. It held my bandages firmly in place.
“You’ll have to ask Sergio.” Tony stepped closer.
“What the fuck are we supposed to say to him anyways?”
Our eyes locked. “Shit, I don’t fucking know. For now, I’ll take all the blame. Leave my mother out of this,” I whispered.
His eyebrows raised a bit. “Got it.”
“Come on, let’s grab some weapons.”
“All right, how about I take the suit case before you bust a fucking stitch, ya gimp.”
“Fuck you, Tony!”
We laughed.
∞
“Hey listen, Sebastian isn’t a chump. He was in the CIA. Now he freelances on jobs with me and a couple of others.”
“Freelancing?” I walked into the weapons room. The wall was still open from when I entered earlier.
“Yeah, we’ll get into that later. Just know he can hold his own.” He smiled.
“When I first met him, I wanted to fucking kill him. I work for Samantha and Jacob Latters. He and his then girlfriend Sydney weren’t seeing eye to eye after a mission. I almost knocked his teeth in. Turns out he’s a good guy and he’s family.”
I smiled. “Good, sounds like he isn’t afraid of war.”
I threw ten forty-two round magazines into a black duffel bag, along with a tan Steyr Aug M3 A1-A with the scope.
“No, and recently Sebastian witnessed first-hand the type of killer his mother is. Sergio cheered her on. She told Sebastian to take care of the baggage right in front of her. You know how your father is. He laughed the entire time Sebastian said.”
“You were there and my dad didn’t see you?”
He waved his hands in front of him. “No, I peeked around the corner. Noticing Sergio was there, I took off. At the time, Sebastian knew I was supposed to be dead.”
“I know now how you died and why,” Sebastian said, coming into view.
Looking up from the duffel bag, my eyebrows raised. “Is it going to be a problem?”
His eyebrows scrounged together. “No Dillon, it won’t be. We are family.” Sebastian walked into the weapons room, selecting his weapons of choice.
I smirked. “Thanks, Sebastian.”
He nodded his head. “Hunter and Skyler will meet us in Jersey. That’s where Filippo is headed. You must have known he would go back home to be surrounded by his men. Hunter is bringing more weapons with him.”
Tony stood off to the side, selecting a couple of semi- automatic rifles that aim themselves.
I rubbed my brow. “Tone, does my dad still have an army?”
“What you asking him for? Ask me.”
We all turned our eyes to the weapons room entrance, where my father stood. His men stood behind him with their weapons drawn.
I stepped forward, chest brooding. “They can put their guns away in my house!”
My father’s eyes never left mine. “Gio, you and the fellas take a step back.”
“Yes, Boss. Good to see you, Tone!”
“You too, Gio!”
“All right, guys, let’s head downstairs,” Gio directed.
His facial features softened. “Are you mad at me, son?”
I could feel all of my anger, bitterness, and sorrow rising to the surface. “Dad, we need to talk. First, I want to make myself clear.”
I turned to the side, grabbing Tony’s shoulder. “Tony faked his death to protect me.”
My father laughed. “He wanted out the life!”
I stepped to my father. “He did what he did for me! It doesn’t matter if he wanted out the life. He watched out for me!” My finger jammed into my chest.
“If you punish anyone, it will be me, not Tone.” Warm tears streamed down my face.
My dad placed his heavy hands on my shoulders, staring into my eyes. “I promise nothing will happen to Tone, Dillon.”
Staring into the face of the man who put me on this Earth, witnessing the deep sorrow in his strong facial features was gut-wrenching. My father pulled me toward him. He held me tight. He sobbed as I did.
CHAPTER TWO
DILLON
My dad pulled back, slapping his hands against my face. “Fourteen years, Dillon. Fourteen fucking years. I thought I would never see you again. You are my first born. I love you so much, son.” The strongest man I know was weakened by my return from death.
“Burying a child leaves you empty inside. Some days I wasn’t any good to anyone. Your mother and I would lay in each other’s arms in silence. We were each other’s support over the years. We never forgot you, Dillon.” Tears continued to fall from my dad’s eyes.
My hand rested on my dad’s arm. “I never stopped thinking about you, mom or Dominic. Dad, I love you too.”
A few moments later, we wiped our faces. “Anthony, come here.”
I stepped aside.
My father’s jaw clenched. “You are still my nephew. I love you. Thank you for taking care of my boy.” My father pulled Anthony into his arms.
“Uncle Serg, of course. I will always protect Dillon.”
My father smiled. “After we take care of Filippo, we will have a nice, long family talk.”
“Sounds good, Dad.”
Sebastian stepped forward. “Hey, Uncle Serg.”
My father’s smile widened in Sebastian’s direction. “Sebastian, I’m not sure how you got pulled into all of this, but I’m happy you’re here,” he said, hugging Sebastian.
Sebastian glanced at me, then back at my father. “Jeff and I are business partners. I dug into his past on my own, learning who he really is. We can discuss at a later time.”
“Of course.”
Tony and Sebastian stepped out of the room.
“Listen Dad, I know we have a lot to talk about, but right now my sole focus is finding my fiancée Sierra.” My hands cradled my face, I had to hold it together. All I see in my head is the look of terror on her face, the hurt, the sadness that rocked her when I fell to my knees. Those long arms reaching out for me, desperately longing to be rescued.
My eyes returned to my father’s. “Sierra is the only woman who matters at all. She is my world. I have to get her back.”
“I got it. But first help me understand what the fuck is going on.” He gestured with his hands.
“What’s that?”
“Did Edward Sawyer know you were alive?”
My eyes widened. “Edward Sawyer? No.”
My eyebrows wrinkled. “Wait, how do you know Ed?”
“He and I go way back. We handled some business together.”
I ran my hand over my beard as I listened.
“He’s the only reason I found out you were alive. He told me you were married to his daughter. He called me today telling me he’s known you were alive all these years.”
I felt like the wind got knocked out of me. “That’s impossible. I mean, the information he told you about marrying his daughter is correct. I dated her in college, then married her. We are divorced. When I met him, he never made me aware he knew who I was. Why would he never say anything?” I glanced up at my dad.
“Filippo was putting the screws to him. I will have a talk with Ed later. He said Filippo left his men at his house. I have connects all over. A family owed me a favor. I called it in and got men over there.”
I ran my fingers through my hair. “The nanny was dropping the kids off there.”
He slapped my shoulder. “Hey, don’t you worry about it. Filippos men have been handled. I sent a few men from my crew over as soon as we got in town. My grandchildren are safe.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“I still can’t believe I’m a grandfather.” He smiled.
“There’s a lot to be sorted.”
“Shit!” I ran my hand over the back of my neck.
“What?” His eyebrows rose.
“I stopped by Ed’s to personally thank him for watching the kids. He hurried me out of the house. He must have been trying to keep Filippo from seeing me.”
“That fucking low down piece of shit! I can’t wait to watch his eyes pop out of his head when I squeeze the life out of him with my bare hands.” His laugh was hearty yet vicious.
“Dad, let’s get to Jersey. Sebastian said that is where Filippo was headed.” The suitcase sat at the top of the stairs. I grabbed the handle, dragging it behind me as we walked down the stairs. There was no time to waste, I had to maneuver through the pain. Luckily, the pills were starting to kick in, helping to take the edge off.
“I died to keep a war from happening. Now, fourteen years later, we are going to war anyway.”
“Dillon, the war was inevitable.”
“I didn’t want innocent women and children to die like they did when Uncle Anthony was killed.”
My father placed his hand on my shoulder as we exited the garage door. “Dillon, that’s very noble of you. But I would have done everything in my power to keep you all safe.”
I stopped briefly in the driveway. “But Dad, you couldn’t. Filippo almost shot me in the alley the night he killed Uncle Mick. You were out of town. If Tone and I didn’t fake our deaths, Filippo would have killed us all.”
My father grinned, wrapping his arm around my neck. “Boy, is your mother going to be excited to see you.”
My father ignored my words. I could tell he didn’t want to believe that could be true.
“Tone, Sebastian, my dad and I will ride with you guys to the airport.”
My dad glanced at his men, standing outside his Suburban. “Gio, follow close.”
“Yes, sir Boss.”
Tony placed my suitcase in the trunk of his black Suburban. My dad climbed into the back seat with me.
“Tony, crank up the air. It’s hot as shit here!” my dad said, loosening his collar, removing his blue tie from around his neck.
“Sure.”
I tapped the button on my keys, closing the garage then the gate.