BOW DOWN: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Barone Crime Family)

by B. B. Hamel

  Maybe he should be out there fighting. Maybe it wasn’t my fight. But I was going to make it my fight. I wasn’t weak, and I wasn’t backing down.

  Jared studied me with a big smile on his face for half a minute. Things felt tense as Camden looked between the two of us, a small frown on his otherwise perfect face.

  Finally, Jared spoke. “Will you shoot to kill?”

  “Yes.”

  “Will you follow orders?”

  I nodded emphatically. “Absolutely yes.”

  “Okay, then,” Jared said. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

  “Hold on,” Camden said, but Jared gave him this look. Something seemed to pass between them, and Camden sighed. “Fine. Let’s go.”

  Triumphant, I piled into the Jeep. This time, I didn’t sit in Camden’s lap.

  I felt elated and terrified as we pulled out onto the road, a trunk full of guns and cash our only means of saving our family.

  I was ready. I was scared out of my mind, but after everything that had happened, I was ready. I wanted this to be over, and it would be soon. For better or for worse, we were going to finish it all.

  I caught Camden’s eye and he smiled at me. We were in it together. We’d always be in it together.

  Jared floored it and we shot off into the day, ready.

  18

  Camden

  It was nearly dusk by the time Jared slowed down the car and stopped.

  I looked around. There had been nothing but trees and more trees and snow as far as the eye could see all day long. Jared had been tight-lipped about our final destination, though he was following GPS directions and coordinates.

  “This it?” I asked him.

  “This is the end of the line, at least for the car.”

  I nodded. “Makes sense.”

  We climbed out. We were stopped on the side of an old, beat-up highway that continued far into the distance ahead and behind us.

  “Are you sure?” Lacey asked, joining us near the back of the car.

  “Sure as I can be.”

  “How far of a walk is it?” I asked.

  “Couple of hours. We’ll get there just after dark, which is what I wanted.”

  I nodded. Since we were going in with only a few people, we needed every advantage we could get.

  Jared looked at Lacey. “Still sure you want to come?”

  She nodded fiercely. “Absolutely.”

  “Okay then.” He reached into the back of the Jeep and pulled out a long gun with a heavy scope on the top. It had two folded-up legs on the bottom and a long, smooth circular barrel. “This is for you.”

  “That looks huge.”

  “It’s a sniper rifle. Ever shoot a gun before?”

  She shook her head, looking intimidated. “Never.”

  “Here.” He held the gun up, pointing as he went. “This is the safety. You flick it off to shoot. This is the magazine. You’ll have all your bullets there. This is the muzzle. It’s silenced and shouldn’t have too much of a kick, but make sure you brace it properly. I’ll show you how. These are tripod legs, to support it. Shouldn’t be any recoil.” He paused. “Still sure?”

  “Positive.” She held out her hands and Jared handed her the gun. It looked way too big for her, but she held it confidently. “Let’s do this.”

  I laughed and looked at Jared, shaking my head. I don’t think I’d ever been more attracted to her than I was in that moment. There was nothing sexier than an attractive woman holding an enormous, deadly weapon.

  Jared grinned and began to give her more detailed instructions. Meanwhile, I looked into the box and grabbed myself a bulletproof vest, a big-ass rifle, and a few stun grenades. While I strapped my gear on, Lacey leaned up against the bumper.

  “What’s the plan, anyway?” she asked Jared.

  “We’re going in on the ground. While we’re down there, you’ll be up in the hills overlooking the place. If someone comes outside, you shoot them.”

  “What if it’s one of you?”

  “Look through the scope first. Don’t rush. Nobody will know where you are. You’ll have plenty of time to decide.”

  I walked over to her and placed my hand on her shoulder.

  “Are you still sure?”

  She looked at me. For a second, I could see the fear there. “I’m sure.”

  “If things go south,” Jared continued, “you head back here and get the fuck out. Understand?”

  “Okay.”

  “Lacey,” I said seriously, “do what he says.”

  “I will.”

  “Seriously. Leave us behind if something happens.”

  She looked at me for a few seconds. “Okay. But nothing will happen.”

  I nodded and squeezed her hand.

  “Okay. We have a serious hike ahead of us. We need to get moving.”

  I checked my rifle, made sure my armor was strapped, and nodded. “After you.”

  He gave me a long look. “You know, you don’t have to do this.”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “No shame in it, Camden. This is my job. But you, you got away from all this. You don’t have to go back.”

  “I’m already back. I’m already deep in it. I’m not a coward. I need to see this through.”

  He nodded. “Good man. Let’s go.”

  We walked out into the woods. The snow crunched softly under my boots. I slung the rifle over my shoulder and shoved my hands in my pockets as we moved. Lacey kept up, quiet and brooding.

  Up ahead, violence.

  My feet were freezing and I could see my breath fan out in front of me as we finally began to close in on the house.

  As we crept closer, keeping near the shadows of the trees and navigating by the just-risen moon, Jared talked through what we were about to do.

  In essence, he was going to take out the guards and sneak us in through the back. There was maybe a bit more to it than that, but it boiled down to the simplest thing in the world. And he made it seem like it was no big deal, like he was used to going up against impossible odds all the time. Lacey was going to keep us covered from the outside.

  I didn’t mind it. It wasn’t like I was crazy or suicidal or believed I could take on twenty men single-handedly, but I was willing and ready to do whatever it took to help my family. This was the last step, and I was prepared to make it.

  We crouched down next to a snow bank, and Jared held up his hand to indicate silence. We crawled toward the top and looked down into a small valley. Sitting in the very center of the valley was a squat little house with smoke curling from the chimney. It looked a lot like the house we had escaped from the day before.

  “This is it,” Jared said softly.

  “Let’s do it then.”

  “Not too fast. Look.” He pointed off to the left.

  I followed his gaze and spotted them: two armed men pacing a slow, lazy circle around the house.

  He looked at Lacey. “See them? Brace your gun like this.” He helped her set it up, including a small little tripod at the end of the barrel. She sighted down through the scope.

  “I see them. Just two.”

  “That it?” I asked.

  “All I noticed at least.”

  Jared got up onto his knees. “Like I said, this place shouldn’t be as heavily guarded. They don’t know we know where they are.”

  I nodded and Jared began to move away.

  “Stay here,” he said. “I’ll get you when it’s through.”

  Before I could answer, he was gone, melted into the night.

  The way he simply vanished sent a shiver down my spine. The man seemed friendly, if maybe a little crazy. But underneath all that, he was a highly-trained killer. Probably some sort of assassin for the CIA. That sort of man couldn’t have family or friends. That sort of man only had the kill.

  I watched the cabin down below, but the sentries disappeared into a thicker part of the woods. Lacey breathed quietly and evenly. We exchanged looks but didn’t speak, neithe
r of us wanting to draw any attention our way. I didn’t hear a thing for what felt like an hour, and the sentries never reappeared. Lacey kept her eyes glued down the barrel of her gun.

  I began to wonder, had Jared gotten caught? The house was still quiet, so probably not. Had he gotten himself too injured to return? A thousand scenarios ran through my mind.

  And then he was back. One second we were alone, and the next he materialized from the darkness.

  “Camden,” he whispered.

  I brought my gun up and aimed it directly at his skull, surprised.

  “Easy there,” he said.

  “Jared. You need to be more careful.”

  His eyes flashed in the darkness. He was wiping off a knife and slipping it back into a sheath on his leg. “Ready?”

  “The guards?”

  “Taken care of.”

  “You’re going to be okay,” I said to Lacey.

  “Be careful.” She reached out and touched my face. “Come back to me.”

  I touched her hand. “I will. I promise. Stay safe.”

  She smiled and looked back through her scope. I look one last look at her, the gun held between her hands confidently, her breathing even and measured. She looked perfect, and I felt my cock stir for a second.

  I didn’t need to say anything else, and so I followed Jared down a slope, winding our way through the trees. We skirted the clearing around the house and stopped once we were directly behind it.

  “Okay, one door into the back up ahead,” he said.

  “I see it.”

  “That’s our entry point. I’ll take lead, and you follow. If we hit trouble, toss a stun grenade and make sure you cover your damn eyes.”

  “I got it.”

  “Let’s go.”

  We moved fast then, running low and silent across the snow-swept yard. There were no animals out and not a single sound except the soft crunch of the ground beneath our boots as we closed in on the house.

  After closing the ground quickly, I pressed myself against the back wall while Jared picked the lock on the door. There were no alarms or gunshots, just more silence. As far as I could tell, nobody knew we were breaking in.

  He gestured at me to hold as he cracked the door open, pressing his eye to the slit. He watched a moment and then gestured for me to follow.

  Warmth hit me right away. We were in a boiler room, empty save for the usual stuff people kept in their basements. The floor was unfinished concrete, and the appliances hummed around us. Jared shut the door and picked his way quietly through the accumulated junk, the old buckets and paint cans and tools, and stopped at the next door.

  I covered him as he checked the handle. It was unlocked. He carefully turned it, cracking it a bit and checking outside. After a moment, we crept out together into a short hallway.

  It looked almost identical to the other house, almost eerily so. Whoever built the other place clearly had a hand in designing this one. There were a few doors leading off the hallway into various different rooms. It felt almost like a jail or possibly an office building, if that office building were built with concrete floors and dingy, cobweb-covered ceilings.

  Jared picked the first one, nodding at me. My heart was racing in my chest as he threw it open and we entered, guns ready.

  I was startled at what I saw.

  Chained to a chair in the middle of the room was Trip, his face bloodied and bruised. Jared slowly shut the door behind us.

  I walked over to him and checked his pulse. He was alive. I yanked his head back and slapped him.

  He groaned. “No more,” he mumbled, and opened his eyes. I saw the recognition light up his entire face. “Holy shit.”

  “Hi, Trip.”

  I looked down at his pathetic body. Clearly the cartel had tortured him at some point, beaten him to within an inch of his life but kept him breathing. For what reason, I had no clue.

  “Didn’t expect you here, Cam,” Trip said.

  “I didn’t expect you to betray me. I guess shit happens.”

  He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry about that. Was just trying to look out for myself.”

  “I figured. Didn’t work out too well for you, did it?”

  “They got pissed when you escaped. Decided to take it out on me.”

  “Good.” I spat onto the floor. “You deserve it.”

  “Yeah, maybe I do.” He shut his eyes. “But you know what? I did a lot for you, man. I did all the dirty work back in Mexico. You think that shit was easy?”

  “My hands are just as dirty.”

  He looked at me with disgust. “You don’t know what it means to be dirty.”

  I shook my head. “Keep telling yourself that. I hope it helps.” I raised my gun, checking the silencer.

  “Cam,” Jared said from the door.

  I nodded at him.

  “I always liked you,” Trip said. “Always did.”

  “Yeah, same.” I pressed the gun against his skull.

  “You don’t have to do this,” he said suddenly. “You can just leave me here. I’ll probably die anyway.” He smiled, pleading. “For old time’s sake?”

  “No.”

  I pulled the trigger.

  And what was left of my old friend and biggest betrayer was gone for good.

  I didn’t feel anything. It was over and done with, that was all.

  “We have to move,” Jared said.

  “Okay.”

  I looked away from Trip’s dead body and followed Jared back out into the hall. We checked the next two doors, but the rooms were empty. As we grabbed the last handle, we suddenly heard voices and footsteps.

  “Quick,” Jared said. We went back into an empty room, shutting the door most of the way.

  Two voices emerged down the stairs, speaking Spanish.

  “Fucking dumb white boy,” the one man said. “Thought we weren’t going to kill him for all this shit.”

  “What kind of bitch would I be,” the voice of Castillo, aka El Tiburon, said, “if I let him keep breathing?”

  “What a dumb fuck.”

  “Shit,” Jared whispered behind me.

  “Let’s finish this shit,” El Tiburon said.

  “Gladly, boss.”

  We heard a doorknob turn and a door open.

  “What the fuck!” the man I didn’t know yelled. “He’s fucking shot, boss!”

  “Someone is here,” El Tiburon replied.

  They moved back out into the hall.

  Jared moved fast. He slipped out of the door and was firing before I had the chance to follow.

  Gunshots blasted the air. Jared killed the other man instantly, but El Tiburon wasn’t fully out of the room yet. He ducked back inside into cover and returned fire. The scream of shots filled the room.

  “Our backs,” Jared yelled.

  I came out into the hall just in time to fire off a few rounds at the stairwell, forcing several men to back up. They yelled out in Spanish, trying to get reinforcements.

  “Grenade,” Jared said, firing at Castillo.

  I pulled out a stun grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it up the staircase. I ran back and looked away as a blinding flash of light, brighter than anything I’d ever seen before, mixed with an enormous roaring burst.

  There were screams from upstairs.

  “Go!” Jared yelled.

  I stormed up the steps and turned the corner. Three men were staggering back as I fired my rifle, felling the first two right away. The third dove behind a couch.

  And then something punched me in the gut. I staggered back, the breath blown from my chest. My foot caught the stairs and I tumbled backward. Pain lanced up from the wound, screaming in my skull.

  I hit the ground with a bang. Jared suddenly was above me, firing his weapon and dragging me back toward the room. I groaned, a burning pain in my gut.

  “Fuck,” Jared said. He got us inside and tore up my shirt.

  I looked down, expecting blood. I knew I’d been shot, knew it was probably over
for me. I was only annoyed that I couldn’t save my parents.

  Instead, I saw a bullet flattened against my vest.

  There was no blood. It hadn’t pierced the armor.

  “Lucky bastard,” he said. “Can you move?”

  I tested out my limbs. Everything seemed to be working, aside from the horrible pain where the vest took the impact. I’d have a nasty bruise, but otherwise I was fine.

  “Yeah, I can move.”

  “Good.” And then he was back out in the hall, firing his weapon at Castillo.

  I sat up, breathing deep, and reloaded my rifle. I climbed to my feet unsteadily and then moved back out into the hall and fired at the stairwell again, forcing two men back. I had to keep Jared’s back covered, otherwise we’d get overwhelmed fast.

  “Get in the other room,” Jared yelled. “Castillo is mine.”

  “Got it,” I called out. I threw another stun grenade up the stairs, my last, although I knew they wouldn’t fall for it again.

  Once it went off, I threw open the next door and stepped inside.

  Tied to chairs, just like Lacey and I had been, were our parents. Their eyes went wide when they saw me. They were almost as surprised as I was.

  “We’re getting you out,” I yelled over the shooting. I went back to the door and fired my gun again, this time taking a man in the chest as he tried to storm downstairs. He toppled down, unmoving. Jared was pressed up against another door, firing back at Castillo, slowly moving closer to him.

  I ducked back into the room and ripped the tape off Jeff’s right hand and then went back to my spot at the door.

  “Is Lacey okay?” Jeff yelled out. “Where is she? Where’s my daughter?”

  “She’s safe,” I called back. “She’s fine.”

  I could practically feel Jeff’s relief.

  I kept laying down fire at the stairwell, keeping whoever was up there from coming down. I figured there couldn’t be more than one or two left based on the voices yelling curses.