Reckless: A Bad Boyz Anthology

by Anthology

  “What you say about me turning you over and spanking that ass until its crimson? Holding you down, while you take my dick in every hole you have. Can you handle that? Tie you up nice and pretty so I can fuck you all night if I want. Would you like that, darling? Can you handle a hard cock in that sweet little ass of yours?”

  Yes, I would fucking like that is what I should have said. I’d like that and more. Maybe we could have avoided all of that sniper drama. Only if I had, we could have bypassed the past couple of days and what was about to happen.

  Chapter 7: Troy

  SAVANNAH JONES WOULD not be the one that got away. She was so goddamn sweet, tight, and if I’d never had a woman to call my own; she was now mine.

  As I pulled out of Savannah’s ass, I caught a quick flicker of light outside. The blinds were closed, but not all the way together. Once I realized what the flicker was, it was too late. The shot rang out and I felt the heat hit my body, pushing me into the dresser away from Savannah.

  She jumped up, turned to me screaming at the top of her lungs.

  I yelled at her, “Get down! Get down, now!”

  She fell and I rolled over to grab my pants, my gun and my ankle holster that were bunched near the bed. Savannah was on the floor screaming and crying. I crawled on one of my elbows to get to her because the other one hurt like a bitch to put pressure on it.

  “Babe, I need you to listen and listen carefully,” I started. “Put on that dress, and get in the closet over there. Do not whimper, cry out or make a noise, until I come and get you. Do you understand me? If it’s not me, do not open that door.”

  She nodded, grabbed the dress and moved to the closet while I crawled to turn off the lights. I had no idea how many there were or if there was just one, but the house had a security system that would go off when someone was close enough to the property and it was connected to my phone to let me know where there was a breach on the premises.

  Nothing had been triggered yet, so I moved to get to my weapons while turning off all the lights. I sent a signal to Seth, so he knew the location had been compromised and to Susan so she could alert Seth as well.

  The windows were all drawn closed, so all I had to do was wait him out. He knew we were in there and he’d have to come in or try to get us to come out. This would also determine how professional he was because a good assassin would have one killed me already and now this was their second shot. At least he hit me this time. The other thing a good assassin would have done was get me in a place where I would not be able to get reinforcements. While I was at least outside and not able to get to my ammunition. The likelihood of this being an amateur was very high.

  My phone vibrated, displaying that someone was tampering with the back window. I went out the front door and glided against the walls until I saw someone trying to get inside the window. I screwed my silencer on my nine-millimeter gun and shot them in the hand, then the leg back to back. Quickly and succinct hits, but not to kill. I needed to get information from whoever it was.

  When I approached, I kicked the gun away and leaned down to uncover the face. To my surprise, it was a red-headed woman.

  “Who sent you?” I asked.

  She shook her head as she held her hand and tried not to moan. Kudos to her, because she was attempting to be strong even though both shots were in places that would hurt like a bitch.

  Putting my knee on her injured hand, I asked again, “Who sent you?”

  She shook her head again.

  “Then if I have no use for you,” I put the gun to her head and continued, “There is no reason for you to stick around.”

  She groaned and squeezed her eyes shut.

  “Talk now.” I pressed the gun into her shoulder and pulled the trigger.

  She yelled out in agony, as her hand grabbed the injured shoulder.

  “Son of a bitch,” she yelled.

  “Yeah, this is true, now fucking talk or the next one is in the head. You have my word.”

  “I don’t know who.”

  “That’s not how this works. Somebody hired you and if you don’t tell me, I’ll kill you and the next guy that comes so your death will be in vain.”

  “I’m telling you,” she growled. “I don’t know his fucking name. He calls himself chief, but that’s not his name.”

  “How does he communicate with you?”

  “Text messages.”

  “How did you get this location?”

  “It was text to me and several others.”

  What the fuck?

  “What?” I faintly said as I realized that I’d been set up.

  I got up and ran back to the house with my gun drawn and yelled for Savannah. There was no answer. I opened the closet and she was gone.

  “Savannahhhh,” I yelled out.

  I checked every closet and room in the cabin. She was not there, as I realized the bitch in the back was a decoy. I stalked around the corner with my gun held high and executed the kill shot. Two to the head and turned away.

  She was gone and I meant my girl, not the bitch that helped with her capture.

  ***

  I called Seth directly as I was on the trail to get to the next getaway vehicle. It was three miles away, but I was jogging, so the time would be cut in half. My guns were reloaded and I was ready for war.

  “I had a hunch man, that’s why I left. I think her ex is in some deep shit and he needed her for something, but I didn’t know what, yet. I think it’s insurance or something like that. It may be drugs or the mob, but this motherfucker is a shady dude. She doesn’t have any money, but maybe he’s trying to liquidate something and needs her to do it. Not sure, but I’m looking into his shit now to see who he’s in bed with.”

  “This is fucked up. So, it had absolutely nothing to do with us.” I yelled into the phone.

  “Man, from the looks of it, Troy. Not a damn thing.”

  “Fine.” I was almost to the truck, as I said, “Make it about us. Put our guys on it and I want the kill shot to both Keith and whoever he’s in bed with.”

  “You ready to do that?” Seth asked me.

  “Seth, brother. I’m with you, but that one, Savannah, is mine. Deal with that shit. And do it now.” I hung up, turned the ignition and headed toward the base to get more ammo.

  Once I arrived, Swin joined me shortly after. He was one of the first marksmen that worked under my father.

  “Heard you claimed a lady,” he started the conversation off with that tidbit.

  “Claimed?” I asked. “She’s mine.”

  “Yeah, claimed. That’s what I mean.” He smirked. “Thought you Bennetts were bachelors for life. Isn’t that your creed or some shit.”

  I glared at the big man. Swin was a good guy that my father trained, just like he trained us, but he sure did say whatever the fuck he thought.

  “No, that’s not a goddamn creed, just a preferred way of life. Things change and so must we.” I said as I re-upped my gear, ammunition and put gauze on my gunshot wound.

  “Fuck man, you’ve been hit.” He dropped everything to take over the wrapping. “Hold still.”

  I let him wrap me up, as I popped a couple of painkillers. There was no time for pain or anything to keep me from getting to Savannah. Bale joined us later and soon, the eight of us including Seth were at the base. It wasn’t far from Tammytown, but it was not close enough to not be associated with any of us.

  The guys were from all over Pennsylvania, even as far as Pittsburgh and close as Philadelphia. They were all in the business and not always for my father. They knew his health had been bad and that Seth was taking over the management of the organization, which remained to be solid because Sam Bennett taught us all he knew.

  “Everybody, as you are aware, we are on a rescue mission with the final kill left for Troy. This is personal for him, so please treat this accordingly as we would do for any of you. In short, Keith Handler is Savannah Jones or Hines’ ex-husband. He is in some major gambling debt with Ned Wiley,
who has small-town goons who like to pose as assassins on occasion. The attempt on Troy and Savannah’s life in the mall is believed to be purely coincidental. However, we thought they were followed and then reinforcements came days later when they realized who they were dealing with. In short, Savannah has been taken as it is believed that her presence and signature is needed for the house they had together to be put on the market and then she’ll be disposed of when she is no longer needed. At this point, she needs to be recovered unmarked. Their last location was right outside of Tammytown in the southern borough of Lincolnville. Two of you go see Keith and everyone else, your attention is Ned Wiley and his two places of business. Locations will be texted.”

  “Just to clarify, Keith and Ned belong to Troy, right?” Swin asked.

  “That’s correct,” Seth confirmed as we all dispersed to our designated locations.

  My biggest fear was that something had already happened to Savannah or that she didn’t think I would come for her. More importantly, I felt stupid for letting her get taken in the first place. I should have known there would be a decoy and I should have known, if they had the safe house, they’d know about my skills at least.

  I let her down and that was my fault. So I’d be damned sure to get her back.

  Chapter 8: Troy

  I WAS AT Ned’s garage right outside of Tammytown. There were two guards on the outside post and a few around the perimeter of the building. This meant, there was something there to hide. I had three guys with me, so we split up and took out each guy on that guarded the area and broke in. There were a few guys on the inside that we quickly took out as well without making too much noise. It was a garage, but the fans and other machines were still going at nine in the evening. This helped us make our way through to the back, where most of Ned’s illegal activities took place.

  Once I gave the signal for the guys to take out the two goons at the front door, we breached the area only to find a few older guys at the table gambling.

  “Hey, hey. This is a private table.”

  With my gun pointed at the man who spoke, I said, “Where’s Ned?”

  “Taking care of some business over in the barn,” he replied and pointed west.

  There was a barn on the west side that had a single light on, but I hadn’t thought much of it.

  “Carry on,” I said as I nodded for everyone to get to the barn, which was across the path from where we were.

  Once we made it to the barn, there was no one standing guard. I led the breach while Duncan kicked in the door. There at the table sat an old guy, Ned, and Savannah. Her left hand was handcuffed to the table, her eyes were black and blue and she had a busted lip with a tie wrapped around her mouth. Her tear-shrieked face said it all when she spotted me.

  Relief, safety, and freedom.

  Fuck!

  Thank God, man. I do not know what I would have done if she was not alright. She was relieved and so was I, because I would have burned this entire facility down.

  “What the fuck?” Ned jumped up. “Do you know who I am?”

  I shot him in the leg, so he buckled to the floor, screaming all sorts of obscenities. The other guys grabbed the old man and I went to unlock Savannah. Grabbing her head, I examined the injuries and untied the rag around her mouth.

  “Darling, are you alright?” I asked.

  She nodded her head.

  “Did they do anything else to you?” I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

  She shook her head no, then I lifted her chin to examine her lip.

  “Can you talk?”

  “Yes,” she croaked as her voice was hoarse.

  “Guys, get me a water.”

  I started massaging her wrists and ankles to get the blood flowing more freely again. When they gave me the water, I gave her a few sips so she would not dehydrate. The plan was to take her back to my place, but we had to find Keith first. His sneaky ass could be anywhere since he had her.

  As I perused the table, I saw insurance and housing papers on the table. The older guy must have been a notary. They had Savannah putting everything in his name, so they could get rid of her and then stupid-ass Keith could pay his debts. That motherfucker was mine when I saw him. He should have been the one taking care of her and not the other way around.

  “Troy,” her voice pulled me out of my angry trance.

  “Yeah, darling.” I continued to massage her wrists.

  “I’m fine,” she said. “Uh, thank you. I know you didn’t have to, but I appreciate you coming to rescue me.”

  “I didn’t have to?” I asked. “Yeah, darling. I had to. You are mine. Told you that already.”

  She put her head down and murmured, “Yeah, I just have a hard time believing it.”

  “You believe it now?” I asked. “Look around. Tell me you don’t believe it now.”

  She tried to smile, then stopped and said, “Troy Bennett, you are making me a believer in many things.”

  “Oh, you have no idea.” I helped her up. “Seth.”

  “Yeah,” my brother called.

  “Can you escort Savannah to the car, so I can help clean up.” I didn’t want to say what I was doing in front of her.

  I knew she was dealing with the reality of my job, but I didn’t want to flaunt it and test her limits with those facts. Seth nodded and picked up Savannah to escort her out while I bent over Ned.

  “You might as well finish me off,” he tried to bait me.

  “Don’t worry. I am, but I’d like to know what this was all about.” I pressed my gun on the ground to balance my weight.

  “Her man owed me some money, so I had to collect somehow. I’m a businessman, so when I looked into his finances, he had some assets tied up with his old lady, so that was how I planned to collect.”

  “He’s not hers anymore.”

  “Didn’t really give a shit. I just needed my money.” He coughed as he tried to lean up.

  “Well, you don’t get a next time to give a shit, but you should have.”

  I put my gun to his head and shot him twice right before I left.

  Chapter 9: Savannah

  I COULD NOT believe Troy had come to get me. I also couldn’t believe that I had been abducted. The guy Ned hit me when I refused to come to him after they brought me to the barn. Keith was briefly watching me and looking like a pitiful asshole. He was talking about, “I was trying to warn you.”

  That was when I lost it on him, “You sniveling motherfucker. I swear to God; you are a good for nothing degenerate. I was married to you, carried your babies and this is what you do to me?”

  “Shut up,” Ned yelled as I was getting quite hysterical on Keith.

  “No,” I snapped.

  He slapped me across the face, but I barely grunted. I just glared at him and Keith. Stupid motherfuckers.

  They wanted me to sign over my rights to the house and put Keith’s name on my life insurance policies, so that if something happened to me, he’d be the sole beneficiary. All this had to be done at gun point, but once I was no longer needed, they would kill me for sure. I, absolutely, without a doubt, could not believe that Keith was in this and sold me out to fix his debt. Really?

  Who does that?

  After Troy had come from the barn, I knew what happened because he had that stone cold killer look all over his face. When he reached the car and saw me, it melted away right before he pulled me from across the truck bench and hugged me. I could only assume he did not kiss me since it looked like I went a couple of rounds with Evander Holyfield. Then he rested his forehead against mine.

  “God, I’m glad you’re here,” I said.

  “Darling, you have no idea how happy I am that you're here and alive.”

  “He’s not alive, Ned?” I asked for no apparent reason.

  Troy pulled back from me, searching my eyes for a sign of something. “No, baby. He’s gone.”

  His eyes stayed on mine, even as I said, “Good.”

  Troy’s right side of h
is mouth lifted in a smirk, as he kissed the side of mine where the lip wasn’t busted.

  “I’m not finished yet, but I’m going to take you to the police so we can start option two. The fucking crazy part is that it actually happened. Susan is on standby to say she rescued you after Ned’s place was raided. Keith is going to disappear; so is there anything you need from him before he does?”

  I might have just learned that my man was an assassin, but I knew what disappeared meant. They were going to kill his dumb ass and the crazy part was I did not give one fuck. He, literally, set me up to die. There was no way for me to care about his life when he clearly devalued mine on many different levels, including the slow death of marriage to a sleaze ball.

  “Nope, I got nothing,” I replied.

  “That’s my girl.” He moved my hair behind my ear. “I’m coming to the precinct to pick you up afterward and you’re coming home with me. Got it.”

  “Got it.”

  Headlights hit the car and then Troy said, “That’s her right there. Let’s go.”

  Troy gave me one last hug before he let her take me to the precinct. They talked to me for almost five hours and then another six after they found Ned and his crew’s dead bodies. They wanted to know if I heard, saw or knew anything about the massacre. I shared with them that my eyes were blindfolded, no words were spoken, and the only thing I heard was tussling. When Susan came to rescue me, I still had not seen anything.

  They kept asking why I was alive and the only thing I could explain was the fact that I was being extorted and had nothing to do with their issue. I had not seen a thing, nor could I identify a soul. After all of this was finally finalized, I was told not to leave town and that the investigation would continue.

  It was clear one of the officers did not believe me, but after one of them saw how I was about to be extorted and probably killed, he backed off and re-directed their search to look for my husband as a possible suspect. A top suspect to be exact, but they would never find him.

  An hour after I was cleared, Troy came to pick me up and brought me to his house.