Broken: Boxed Set

by Wilde, Leah

  The men looked at each other, confused. Emilio lumbered off after him, sweating already, and we all fell in behind. I took up the rear. As quickly as I could manage to do it without anyone noticing, I fired off a quick text to Jawbone.

 

  His response was immediate.

  I pocketed my cell phone and sent up a quick prayer. I didn’t believe in God or the afterlife, but tonight I needed some extra help on my side. We all did.

  Minutes later, we were huddled behind a massive pipe, nearly eight feet in diameter, peering out over the empty expanse at the heart of the complex. Bright halogen lights beamed overhead, still on and operational for some reason, despite how long it had been since this plant was first condemned by the city officials.

  The men breathed quietly. I saw Antonio take another bump of coke. The lights buzzed, and the minutes dragged past with excruciating slowness. I was dying to check my phone, but I had to resist the urge. I couldn’t afford to blow my cover now. I gritted my teeth and waited.

  Then, at long last, there was motion. I saw Jawbone emerge from the shadows off to my right, maybe twenty yards in front of where we sat in hiding. He was accompanied by eight of the most veteran men in the club. I recognized them as some of our best fighters. Each of them had seen battle before, and they weren’t afraid of a little bloodshed. The scars riddling their bodies were testament to all the shit they’d gone through in their lives.

  The last man in the group was towing a pallet covered with a thick tarp. The wheels beneath the pallet groaned with the weight of its burden—chemical weapons powerful enough to destroy half a city block. It had been an insanely complex and risky process procuring them, involving secret payments and clandestine meetings lasting more than a year. But at long last, they’d come into our possession, and now we were ready to pull off the deal of the century. That is, if this whole plan worked out.

  As we watched, Jawbone pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, dialed a number, and held it to his ear. I heard the faint jingle of a ringtone coming from the shadows to my left, and a tiny blue glimmer popped up in the darkness. The glow bounced up and down, and then stepped into the light.

  It was a short, lithe Japanese man, dressed in a black suit with a white tie knotted around his throat. Yakuza. He held a cell phone in his hand, the source of the light I’d seen. It was ringing softly. The metal structures surrounding the open courtyard bounced sound around incredibly well, making every hint of sound perfectly audible.

  Aside from the phone, the man was empty handed. Jawbone frowned. “Where’s the money?” he asked bluntly. He gestured at the pallet. “We brought what you asked for. Did you bring the payment you promised?”

  The man sighed and ran a hand across his smooth, shiny hair. He pocketed the cell phone. “I don’t have the money,” he replied.

  “Why the fuck not?” Jaw demanded immediately.

  I tensed, eyes narrowed and gun held close against my chest. What the hell was going on? This part of the evening should have been easy and straightforward. Antonio’s plan was to let the trade take place, then swoop in to capture the Broken Bones and the money they would be receiving for the weaponry. It didn’t bode well for things to be changing right off the bat.

  The Japanese man licked his lips and sighed again, louder this time. He seemed to be choosing his words very carefully. “We decided to take a better deal,” he said finally.

  Jaw turned purple with rage. His words were choked and sputtered. “You…what?”

  “It is business, that is all,” the man said. “You must understand.”

  “Tell me what’s stopping me from blowing your goddamn head off right here,” Jawbone seethed. He stepped forward until less than a yard separated him from the Yakuza representative. He was white-knuckling the gun in his fist.

  “That would be a poor decision,” Antonio announced as he strolled out from behind the pipe. Emilio was frantically signaling for us to follow him. We flowed outward into the courtyard, forming a half-circle around Jawbone and the other Bones, guns aimed squarely at them. They were outnumbered two to one.

  I watched as Jawbone’s face went through a series of emotions. He was doing a good job playacting, pretending like he hadn’t known this raid was taking place. “You motherfucker,” he gasped in fake horror.

  Antonio smiled. “I couldn’t let you make this much money in one fell swoop!” he announced. “Who knows what you would use it for? You might want to hurt me!” He shook his head sadly. “You say ‘peace, this,’ and ‘truce, that,’ but I don’t know if I can trust you. There’s so much, ah, what’s the word…bad blood between your family and mine. Lots of history. Not pretty.”

  “You shouldn’t have done this,” Jawbone said grimly. I looked around as panic began to settle in. Where the fuck was Gordo? He needed to be here by now. I could tell Jawbone was stalling, trying to bide his time until the counterraid showed up.

  “Ah, but I needed to,” Antonio said. “You were right about one thing: the war between us has gone on too long. Since before I was born, even! It’s time to put the whole mess to rest. Don’t you agree?”

  The Bones behind Jaw shifted their weight from foot to foot. The weapons in their hands hung uselessly by their sides. One sudden move and they’d be blasted apart by the Capparellis surrounding them. I could see the impatience in their faces. Everything was on edge.

  I heard a clank behind me. I swiveled around to look, and there he was—Gordo.

  He heaved his way out of the darkness into the rim of light. Behind him, ten other Broken Bones marched in step. Their guns were aimed at the backs of the Capparelli men, myself included.

  Antonio spun back and forth, mouth agape. “What’s this?” he stuttered.

  Jawbone broke into a wide grin. All traces of the uncertainty and fear he’d first displayed disappeared immediately. In its place was a gloating pride. “You aren’t the only one with a trick up his sleeve, little Capparelli. What was your name again? Anthony, Andrew…goddamn, for the life of me, I just can’t remember.” He chuckled.

  “My name is Antonio,” he glowered.

  “Ah, that’s right!” Jaw said in mock celebration, slapping his forehead with the heel of his hand. “Antonio! How could I forget? Well, Antonio, there’s an expression for situations like this. Don’t bring a knife to a gunfight. Gordo, round them up and put these bastards out of their misery. Let’s make this quick.”

  All eyes swung to Gordo. He had his gun up on his shoulder, pointed towards Antonio. Everyone held their breath.

  But then, suddenly, he switched his aim. Instead of pointing his weapon at Antonio, he adjusted so that now it was riveted directly at the Broken Bones president. “Sorry, Jaw,” he said, sounding almost convincingly apologetic. “Mr. Capparelli made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”

  This time, Jawbone’s horror was real.

  Antonio’s laugh broke the silence. It was a desperate, haunting laugh, scything up through the contorted factory machinations above us and echoing again and again. He bent over, hands on his knees, giving himself over to the hysteria.

  Jawbone’s mouth hung open the whole time. His gun dangled by his side. He wasn’t white knuckling it anymore. Instead, it hung limply from his defeated fingers.

  Finally, Antonio calmed down and straightened himself up. He wiped tears from his eyes. “Oh, man, that is truly funny,” he said. “Can you at least appreciate the humor in the situation? You thought you had…but actually, it was me who…ah, jeez, I can’t even. Too funny. Too goddamn funny.”

  “Gordo…what is this?” Jawbone whispered.

  Gordo hiked up his sweats, which had started to fall down around his ass. “Just what it looks like, president,” he sneered sarcastically. “I made a little switch. Different team now. Unfortunate timing for you, though.”

  Antonio walked over to Jawbone, who had not budged. “You look very confused, so before we kill you, I’ll do you the courtesy of expl
aining how you lost.” He pointed at the Japanese man, still standing patiently with his hands folded in front of him. “This man does not represent the Yakuza. He never has. In fact, there never was any Yakuza. This is just some Asian guy from the Chinese restaurant down the street. You can go now, Charles.” He scampered away immediately and was gone.

  Jawbone’s eyes turned dumbly to where the Japanese man had run off, then back to Antonio. He was at a loss for words.

  “We tricked you, get it?” Antonio continued. “You thought you were headed for a big old payday, didn’t you? I almost feel bad for you. It must have seemed like such an attractive deal. Shame it was never going to take place.” He clapped Jaw on the shoulder. “I do applaud you, though. Setting up a counterattack to my attack would have been a good move. But, fortunately, I heard about it a little bit in advance. Gordo, come here.”

  Gordo sauntered over to Antonio, who slung an arm around the hitman’s shoulders. “I managed to persuade my good man Gordo here to come on over to our side of the table, so to speak. I offered some money, some women, a little piece territory to run for himself. All the man wanted was influence, my friend. It wasn’t so hard to convince him which of us was in a better position to give him that. And then, as for these men,” he said, gesturing at the Broken Bones men following Gordo, “they just wanted more of the same. It was a nice addition to our organization, if I do say so myself. A nice little coup.”

  Gordo had stabbed his own club in the back. I hadn’t felt such a murderous rage since I walked in to see Slim’s last breaths. It was like a cloud boiling up inside me, obscuring my thoughts, my vision. All I could see was red. Angry, bloody red. The motherfucker betrayed us.

  “And last but not least, we have our good friend Dominic,” Antonio said. Every man in the square turned to look at me. Thirty guns were staring me down. My blood ran cold. “Maybe the biggest fool of you all. We had you from the start, Dommy boy. Did you really think you would just waltz in unnoticed and undetected? Ridiculous! You thought you were so damn coy, with your bad boy attitude and everything. I can’t believe you took me for such an idiot.”

  He looked legitimately disappointed in me. His face fell into an unhappy frown, his arms hung limp by his sides. Then he sniffled and stood up tall. His frown transformed into a hideous snarl. “But if there’s one thing I hate in this world, it’s a rat in my own house. Do you know what I do with rats, Dominic?”

  I stood completely still. My gun was still held at my chest, but I didn’t dare move it. I hardly dared to breathe.

  “I don’t kill them right away. Oh, no. I like to play with them first. I like to tease them and prod them and let them think they are about to get away. I’ve had some fun with you, but I’m not finished yet. Far from it. There is still more fun to be had.” He turned to look down sadly upon Jawbone and the rest of the Broken Bones who had stayed loyal to the club. “Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for the rest of you. Gordo, take Dominic to see his girlfriend. As for the rest of these biker boys…kill them.”

  I started to yell, to move, to do something—anything—but the man to my right brought down the butt of his gun to my skull before I could even begin. I saw stars swimming in blackness, then I crashed into the ground. Just as I was on the verge of passing out, I heard the gunshots.

  It was a slaughter.

  Chapter 30

  Isabel

  I sat slumped beneath the piping. My arms had gone numb a long time ago from being chained behind my head. My mouth was sore and aching. Sticky liquid looped between my lips. I hovered somewhere between awake and asleep, too horrified to face reality head on. I couldn’t. Not after what had just happened.

  The incessant sound of water splashing one drop at a time into the puddle collecting on the floor beneath the leaky pipe was driving me insane. I groaned, if only to let the sound of my agony cover up the torturous, repetitive noise.

  I didn’t know how long I’d been sitting there. The man in the sweatpants had been gone for a while, though. I only knew this because his cum had dried on my lips. I felt numb. Broken.

  The door swung open and the first thing I saw was him again. He gave me a sickeningly warm smile and a taunting wave of his fingers, like I was an old friend he hadn’t seen in a while. I fixed my eyes on him. I didn’t have the energy to talk or to curse, but I tried to let him know with my gaze just how much I hated what he had done to me. He only laughed harder.

  Then I saw who he had with him.

  Dominic was bleeding from the head as the man dragged him by his arms. I heard a low mumble coming from deep in his chest as he was pulled next to me and locked up just like I was, his hands twisted behind his back and suspended from the pipe above.

  He looked at me with dazed eyes, then blinked hard. His pupils refocused. “Isabel…” he murmured. His lips were busted and swelling. The blood dripping along his chin fell to the floor. It was fresh. They must have just beat him. I wondered how he had gotten here, what had happened to him that he ended up restrained here next to me. Wasn’t he a Capparelli? Why would Angela chain him beside me? I wanted to understand, but I was too deep in shock to even begin processing the possibilities.

  “You’re one stupid son of a bitch, do you know that?” said the fat man in the tank top to Dominic. “You didn’t think once that you were being played? You were just a pawn, man. Just a tool getting used. Goddamn. Makes my heart hurt seein’ you strung up like this.”

  “Fuck…you…” Dominic sputtered.

  He straightened up and chuckled, shaking his head from side to side like a parent would when their child just didn’t understand something. He caught sight of me and a twinkle popped up in his eye. “Well, hello, darling,” he said in a faux-polite tone. “I ain’t seen ya in a minute. Sorry I had to go so suddenly. But, you know, duty called.” He prodded Dominic with a toe. “This one had to be attended to. He went and made a real doggone mess of things.”

  “You traitor,” said Dominic.

  “Me? No, I would never! Well, okay, that’s a lie. I would, and I did. I stabbed you in the back, I guess you could say, couldn’t you?”

  Dominic growled and yanked at his chains. They rattled against the pipeline but refused to give way.

  “Tut, tut, don’t be doing that, Dominic,” he said. “I already had to discipline your girlfriend here. Don’t make me do something worse to you.” He licked his lips lasciviously and gave me a heavy wink.

  Dominic looked at me. I tried to hide my face, to wipe it on the sleeve of my clothing. I didn’t want him to see me like this, but it was no good. He peered through his pain-induced haze and saw the evidence of what the man had done to me. How he had used me.

  I saw the blood drain from his cheeks. His eyes deepened, hardened. They grew even colder. He turned his gaze to the man standing in front of us. When he spoke again, his voice wasn’t wavering anymore. It was hard as rock, impossible to ignore or to deny. “You’re going to die for what you did to her, Gordo,” he said, one clearly enunciated word at a time. Drip, drip, went the water from the pipe, adding more and more to the puddle.

  Gordo pulled a gun from the back of his pants, cocked it, and stepped forward to press it against Dominic’s forehead.

  “No!” I managed to say, finally breaking through the numbness that surrounded me like a heavy blanket.

  “Quiet, Isabel,” Dominic said firmly. He didn’t break eye contact with Gordo. “I’m going to kill him.”

  “No, Dom, you’re not,” he hissed. “I’m going to kill you. First, I’m going to rape her again, while you sit here and watch. Then I’m going to put a fucking bullet through your skull, you smug son of a bitch.”

  “You’re wrong about that, my friend,” Dominic replied.

  Here he was, locked up, a gun pointed at his face. But suddenly, out of nowhere, I remembered what he had told me in his apartment. I protect what’s mine.

  Despite everything around me, despite all the evidence to the contrary, the crazy thing was, I still
believed him.

  Chapter 31

  Dominic

  When I was thirteen, I sat in a chair in the basement of the Broken Bones clubhouse, body riddled with a drug that transformed every tiny sensation into burning agony, as a man I trusted snapped my wrist in two. That was pain. It had never left me since then.

  My body was a tapestry of scars, shattered bones, bullet holes, and burns that I’d earned the hard way. I came from nothing and nowhere and I made my life, piece by piece. Always, there was one thing driving me forward: revenge. The cost of getting there was more pain, but I was willing to do whatever it took to get my hands on the people who had hurt my savior. Take my skin, break my bones, torture me, but just know that when I come back for my vengeance, what you feel will be a thousand times worse. That was my bedtime prayer, the mantra I repeated to myself again and again over the twelve years since Slim was killed. I’d learned everything I needed to learn from Jaw and the rest of the club to do what had to be done.