Three Hitmen: A Triple Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Lawless Book 2)

by Alice May Ball

  THREE HITMEN

  Alice May Ball

  © Alice May Ball 2017

  (A copy of the Two Hitmen Epilogue is included in this edition.

  Find that in the contents in case you need a catchup.)

  Prologue

  The back of Merc’s head was freezing, jammed against the cold, rough wall of the butcher’s storeroom. Declan tightened the belt that held him between the two hooks either side of his neck. The metal chair was tipped back. It creaked and scratched under Merc’s considerable weight, like it might slip and fall. That would choke him even more.

  His face and neck were already red and his cheeks shook in the pale mist.

  Declan’s big frame blotted out almost all the light as he reached over Merc to check the handcuffs then gave his forearm a playful pat.

  “Ah, you’ll not be getting out of those. Not unless you’ve got all the secrets of Harry Houdini himself.”

  Declan’s eyes flashed into Merc’s trembling face. “Are you comfortable there?”

  Merc shook his head rapidly. Declan straightened up. His beautifully cut black suit swished as he touched Merc’s shoulder gently.

  Liam’s voice cut the chilly air. “No? Well, that’s good for a start.” Liam came closer, “We wouldn’t want you having too much fun, now.” Broader than Declan and thicker set, Liam moved with the grace of a heavyweight boxer to make a charcoal cross on the white wall beside Merc’s ear.

  “She gets better every day, wouldn’t you say so?” Declan said to Liam.

  “Our Courtenay? Better every night, that’s for sure. I swear she must have fingers in her throat.”

  “She made me come three times last night.” Declan lifted the pickaxe and hefted it, bouncing the weight of it.

  “Ah,” Liam said, “Like a fucking stallion you were.”

  “You didn’t do so badly, my friend. You made her come over and over. I lost count of how many times it was.”

  Liam’s eyes sparkled. “Seven big, full-blown, clenching and shouting orgasms, I made it.”

  Declan moved to the side of Merc and stood with his feet apart. “Plus all the little ones,” he said, swinging the ax in front of him. Liam stood back.

  “The bubblers.” Liam chuckled.

  Declan swung the ax. Merc shrieked as the ax head buried itself into the wall, dead center of the cross that Liam had drawn. Liam and Declan nodded to one another. Declan stood the ax against the wall and the two men walked away across the room. Merc wet himself.

  Liam opened a case and took out some blue plastic. He handed the plastic to Declan then took out a similar bundle for himself. As the two men slipped the translucent coveralls over their suits, with bags to cover their shoes and billowing caps for their hair, Merc shouted.

  First he made a wordless rage, but then the chair shook. Liam looked up. Merc’s chin caught on the thick belt and he made a gurgling sound.

  Then he wailed, “This is fucking unnecessary suffering, you sons of bitches.”

  Declan strode across the room and leaned over to speak, hard and low into Merc’s ear. “I’ll be the judge of what suffering’s fucking necessary and what’s fucking not.”

  Liam said in a softer, more reasonable tone, “It’s your wife got in touch, Merc. She asked us to have this word with you.” Straightening the coveralls, the bags on his shoes muffled the echo of his footsteps as he stepped across the room. “You were trying to fuck her daughter, apparently.”

  Merc spluttered. “She’s a fucking whore. Just like her damned mother.”

  Declan lifted a hand. “Oh!”

  Liam said, “Was it a monetary transaction, then? With the daughter?”

  “What are you talking about? She acts like a whore, she’s bound to get fucked.”

  Liam’s head tilted. “And paid for it, Merc? Did she offer you sexual favors for money?”

  Merc growled.

  “And how old is she?” Declan snapped plastic gloves on before he lifted the ax again, “The daughter?”

  “The fuck’s that got to do with anything?”

  Stepping back Liam said, “Your wife says that her daughter just turned thirteen.”

  “She’s still a whore. Anyway, you’ve had your word, okay? So just fucking untie me and let me go, alright? I’ll see you both taken care of with a couple of thou each, alright?”

  Liam’s head shook, “Ah, if only, Merc.”

  Declan said, “No, Merc. That isn’t the word Darleen wanted us to have with you.”

  “No? Well, tell me the fucking word and let’s have this be over with.”

  Liam bent to look in Merc’s face. “Sure, it’s two words, in point of fact.”

  “Alright. What are they?”

  “The words she wanted to have you hear—now wait while I get this exactly right—she asked us to say, ‘Choke, motherfucker.’ Okay, Merc?”

  “Choke on what?”

  “Well, she left that to our discretion.”

  Declan said, “Told us to see what we could come up with.”

  Merc’s eyes streamed. “You’re sick.”

  Liam frowned. “Oh! That’s hurtful.”

  “You’re a pair of sick faggots.”

  Declan’s head shook. “Now, you might be sorry that you said that.”

  Liam said, “He’s going to be so sorry and for so many things, he won’t be able to work out what he’s sorry for most.”

  The ax spun in Declan’s hands. “Imagine your last moment, consumed in a fire of regret.”

  “Awful,” said Liam.

  “Really?” Declan paused, “I thought it was quite lyrical. Almost poetic, in fact.”

  Liam looked at him. “Maybe you are a bit of a sensitive soul after all.”

  The ax swished as it cut the air and thudded with a hard, wet crunch.

  ~~~~

  Chapter 1

  Declan looked over at his partner. Quietly admired Liam’s profile. “I love the way that you’re still open to everything.”

  Without taking his eyes from the road, Liam said, “Yeah? Are you open to me getting up your ass?”

  “You know I always am.”

  “With or without out the aid of our little Nymph of the Mall?”

  Declan ’s eyes stayed on Liam. “I’m good either way, you know I am. She is a fucking wonderful find though, isn’t she?”

  “I never would have believed it. I wouldn’t have believed it possible,” Liam turned to look in Declan’s eye, “not of either of us.”

  Declan stretched a thin, tight smile and his eyes shone. “Not of her, either. You remember when we found her, the way that she looked up at you, like a little baby deer watching the rush of headlights of a Mack truck?”

  “I couldn’t forget that. You knew right away, didn’t you?”

  “I knew, as soon as I saw her look at you. She was the one, and you’d found her.”

  “I saw it in her wide open eyes, all glistening wet and anxious.”

  “Oh, God, hurry and get us back there, would you?”

  “What, you’d have me break the speed limit now, would you?”

  ~~~~

  Declan pushed open the pale wood double doors to the hotel suite. As they stepped onto the thick rug, Liam closed the doors behind them and called, “Hi, honey. We’re home!”

  No answer. The floor-to-ceiling muslin drapes were closed, and so were the double doors to the big bedroom. There was no sign of life in the reception room. Stale glasses were still on the glass coffee table. Empty champagne bottles lay among the strewn cushions and linen, along with ripped lingerie and torn scarlet silk that had
been a long, slinky dress, bought the day before from an expensive, couture boutique.

  Declan looked in Liam’s eye. Memories of the night before pulled sly grins across both men’s faces.

  Declan’s eyes sparkled. “I expect she’s not up yet,” and his eyes sparkled.

  Liam said, “You don’t think she’s run away and left us, do you?”

  “No. Not without a farewell jump on your fat cock.”

  Liam slapped Declan’s shoulder. “Well, I could be thinking about a jump right now.”

  “Before we’ve even had breakfast? You’re an animal.”

  “I think I heard something in the bathroom there.”

  The bathroom door opened just a little. There was a sleepy, kittenish moan. Drowsy with her hair mussed, perched on high heels that carelessly showed off her heavenly legs, Courtenay had a gray silk scarf draped over a long, white dress shirt.

  The shirt was one of Liam’s, and it was unbuttoned almost the whole way down. The opening displayed the lovely butterscotch curves of her rising breasts.

  Right away both Liam and Declan felt the effect of her warm scent. It raised a stir in their pants.

  “Oh, you look wonderful, little hometown queen.”

  The room phone rang. Courtenay scowled at it. Liam and Declan ignored it and they both took a step towards her.

  She looked up, sulky.

  “That isn’t what you called me last night.” Her voice was still thick from sleep.

  She pressed her back against the door as Declan took a stride toward her.

  “We called you that because you were bad.”

  “That’s true,” Liam said. “And you were very bad.”

  Brushing hair from her smoky eyes as she peered up, Courtenay said, “And what happened when you called me that?”

  “You were even more bad.” Declan said.

  Liam moved closer to her. “So we called you it again.”

  “Did you think I liked it?” she spoke in a purr.

  Declan’s chin lifted. His voice was deep and low and his eyes gleamed. “I thought so.”

  Liam nodded. “It sure looked like it.”

  Courtenay tossed her head back.

  “So. Why don’t you call me it again?” She looked in Liam’s eye. Then in Declan’s. “Now.”

  Declan said, “You haven’t done anything bad.”

  “How bad do I need to be?”

  The phone rang again.

  Declan asked Liam, “You want to watch me with her?”

  “No. I want her to watch you with me.”

  “Ooh, naughty. And then?”

  Courtenay bit her lip as the two men moved in on her.

  “And then I want to fuck you. While you fuck her.”

  Liam and Declan stepped closer. Courtenay was hemmed in by them with no escape. Her back straightened and her teeth bruised her lip. Liam and Declan glanced at each other. Then back to Courtenay. Their breath was on her exposed skin now.

  Declan’s voice thickened in his throat. “Maybe a little bit of girl sandwich action first. I’d say she’d be pretty bad if she were to be up for that. What do you think?”

  The shoe hung from her foot as her knee rose, lifting her thigh from under the white shirt.

  “Pretty bad alright,” said Liam, his head shaking slowly as he looked in her eyes. Her head tipped back, exposing the length of her throat. “You’d have to be pretty fucking bad.”

  She moved forward. Pressed her body against Liam’s. Declan moved nearer behind her. He sniffed as the soft sheen of his pants pressed against the tail of the shirt and the curve of her ass.

  Moving closer he shoved his hardening bulge against her softness.

  He lowered his face. Put his lips to her neck and his voice rumbled, “Are you wearing any panties?”

  Her body arched and she gasped. She blinked. “Only the ones I had on last night.”

  “The torn ones?” Liam’s eyes widened, “Those little frilly ones?”

  Declan inhaled the scent of her throat. Craned his neck farther to catch the aroma from between her hot breasts. “Those silky panties that we ripped apart?”

  His cock twitched as it jutted insistently against her ass.

  Courtenay looked up into Liam’s eyes as she slid her hands, one in front, one behind, down the fronts of the men’s shirts. Down into the warmth behind their belts. Into their pants. When her fingertips met hot, velvety skin, her eyes flashed. And then farther down, she found round, long and hard, two eager, pulsing cocks.

  “Now it’s looking like you might be getting a little bit bad.” Liam moved close to pen her in.

  “And what was it that got you up so early?” his eyes were on the quickening rise of her breasts, “What was it ruffled your slumbers?”

  Courtenay’s eyes drifted for a moment back to the phone and they shone as the thick, hard trunks of the two men pressed her from front and back. Her voice was thick and dreamy as she looked back at the two men and said, “Irons.”

  Chapter 2

  The power of two men, two big, ruthless men, hot and hard in my hands made sparks of chemical electricity charge through my insides. The heat and hardness of their flesh made my breath catch. I wanted to rub and squeeze them at the same time, to suck them both. One after the other. Together even.

  From down the hall I heard a distant saxophone. I recalled the smart, green-eyed man at the front desk mentioned there were jazz musicians staying when we checked in. Liam seemed pleased. He smiled now, at the beautiful faraway moans. Then the stupid phone rang again. None of us paid any attention to it.

  Liam and Declan’s attention was all on me. And rising. And I didn’t want anything to break that moment. Those times, there had been too few, when the three of us could all be together, absorbed in each other. Deep into each other. Both of them, deep into me. Their mouths, their tongues. Their fingers. Their huge, pumping cocks.

  All of those times just made me want more.

  Liam’s hard body was close and when his head slowly bent to plant his lips on my throat, my pelvis jutted against his thigh. Concentration slipped away. Liam’s scent, tangy and strong mingled in my head with Declan’s forceful mix of expensive masculine cologne.

  Declan’s hips behind me pressed up against my ass. Tightly I was sandwiched between the two men as Declan’s strong, deliberate fingers slipped purposefully between my thighs. A groan rasped in my throat and my knees sagged as his fingers found my hot, wet folds through the ripped, dripping fabric of my panties.

  Liam’s mouth worked on my throat and neck and, as he kissed my soft, sensitive skin, waves of tingling shudders trickled up and down my body. My thighs tensed and quivered. Declan knew exactly where to press, how to caress and when to rub, to set me shaking and make me moan.