Assassins & Mob Wives: Couples Retreat

by Posey Parks

  “Seth, head him off.”

  “Got it.”

  I ran toward the beach, gripping a Glock in one hand and laptop in the other.

  Rounds of ammo echoed through the night.

  “Ah, fuck,” someone shouted.

  “Got him,” Seth laughed. “I think I shot him in the foot.”

  I chuckled.

  Beep, beep, beep. My head shot to the right.

  “Caden, hop in. We’ll grab Sloane.”

  Samantha’s wig was crooked. I bit down my laugh as I hopped in the truck.

  Zoey clobbered Sloane over the head with the butt of her Glock.

  Once we were upon them, I climbed out and dragged Sloane and the painting to the pickup truck. My foot landed on his chest several times.

  “That’s for almost killing my wife. You son of a bitch.”

  I slid the painting behind the seat.

  Hurling him into the back seat, my fist met his face again and again. I zip tied the fucker and held my Glock close to his temple. “Attempt to break out and I will end your miserable life.”

  “Carmen, come in.”

  “Go ahead.”

  “Where’s Dominic and Marco?”

  “They fought off the guests who tried to steal the other items up for bid.”

  “Damn. Best security we could’ve had. Oh, shit where are the bracelets?”

  “Dillon saved them from Arnold,” Carmen said.

  “Great.”

  “Dillon, meet us at the end of the beach on route nine. We need to turn over the guys to the Feds and send the painting and bracelets back to the Smithsonian.”

  “Be there in five.”

  “Roger that.”

  “No one wanted the other painting. This one is worth a shit load of money,” Sloane snickered.

  “You’ll never make it off this island with it.”

  I shook my head. “This one is worth about two hundred thousand. This is a fake.”

  He lifted his head and his jaw slacked. “You’re lying.”

  “Nope. The real painting was never in the hotel.”

  He peeked over the seat, staring at the case. “That’s the real one?” Sloane asked.

  “Maybe,” I chuckled.

  Seth sat on the road not far from the FBI helicopter.

  “Let’s move, asshole.”

  We turned the thieves over to the FBI.

  Our team stood on the beach, in bloody, torn clothes.

  “We’ll get Brandon and Sydney to the hospital. Zoey and I will check in with you guys soon.”

  They waved goodbye as we boarded the helicopter with the valuables.

  “What’s in that box?” Zoey’s eyebrows pinched together.

  “I’ll tell you once we’re in the air.”

  “Caden, you look like shit?”

  My eyes glossed over Sydney and Brandon. They were resting. Thank God.

  I slapped my brother’s shoulder. “Screw you, Seth.”

  He grinned.

  “This is your co-pilot?”

  I stretched my hand out for hers. “I’m the other pilot. I am not his wingman or anything else.”

  “She’s a great pilot. Marley, this is my brother Sebastian. We call him Caden on missions.”

  “Oh, it’s a pleasure. My real name is Bianca.”

  “Thanks for your great team work and saving my wife.”

  “It was no problem. Her copper coils dangled around her brown cheeks under the helmet.

  “Maybe you guys can return tomorrow and have dinner with us.”

  “I don’t know. No, I wouldn’t want to impose on your vacation.”

  “Maybe Seth will bring you to Camp David in August.”

  Her dark eyes lit up. “To Camp...Camp David?” she stuttered.

  “Yeah. Think it over.”

  My brother grinned from ear to ear.

  I kneeled beside Sydney, checking her breathing. She was sleeping peacefully.

  “Why would I go anywhere with you?” Marley growled at Seth.

  “We are coworkers.”

  “My brother invited you to meet the president. Accept the man’s invitation.”

  She smacked her lips and peeked out the window, admiring the night sky.

  “Caden?”

  “Yes,” I grinned.

  “I’d like to accept your invitation to meet the president.”

  “Great.”

  Seth turned a deep red. Was my brother blushing? That was a first.

  “Hey Caden, you care to explain now?” Zoey asked.

  I peered over my shoulder at the case, then back at her.

  “Yes, Seth dropped off two paintings earlier. We told the team one was real and one was fake. They were both fakes. Seth kept the real painting on the airbus the entire day. I didn’t want to risk it. I cut the authentic painting out of its frame and placed the fake one inside. When I scanned the tracker, it read as the real deal.”

  She smiled. “That was brilliant.”

  “Thanks. They’ll fly the paintings and bracelets back to the Smithsonian tonight.”

  Brandon came too. “My side and my head,” he grumbled.

  “We’re arriving at the hospital now.” Zoey stroked his hair.

  “Good, I need pain meds,” Brandon muttered.

  We laughed.

  SAMANTHA

  ASSASSIN WIFE

  WE DANCED AROUND THE bonfire on the white sandy beach.

  The guys talked amongst themselves sipping their beer and smoking cigars.

  Our husbands only cared about keeping us safe on our girls’ trip.

  Sydney and Brandon were a little banged up. Thankful they were here with us this evening after completing a dangerous mission.

  Tonight, we celebrated life. We were alive and together.

  We kissed our husband’s lips. Wine bottle and glasses in hand, we strolled toward the ocean admiring the beautiful sunset.

  “Girls, this trip was full of adventure. I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait for the next one.”

  Emoni squealed. “This trip was badass. Not sure how we can top this one.”

  “Me either. Talk about going out with a bang,” Sydney laughed, clutching her side.

  I wrapped my arm around her.

  “We’re a sisterhood. Bonded for life.” I poured wine in each of our glasses. “Let’s toast.”

  I shoved the wine bottle into the sand.

  We lifted our glasses. “To assassins and mob wives,” we yelled.

  The End

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  A BILLIONAIRE’S CLASH WITH LOVE

  CHAPTER ONE

  ADAM

  “WHAT IS THIS? IS THIS supposed to be a vodka cranberry or cranberry and vodka? Bloody hell, add more vodka. Don’t skimp.” I heard the woman bark at the bartender.

  I peeked from my peripheral at the caramel skin woman with long wavy brown hair.

  A throaty chuckle rolled from my lips.

  She glanced at me. “What’s so funny?”

  I ran my hand over my hair. “That English accent. Are you practicing for a part in a stage play? If so, you might want to work on it.”

  She laughed. “Hurtful. I enjoy playing around on vacation. You know, be someone else for a change.”

  I circled my index finger around the rim of my glass of whiskey. “I like that. I need to do the same.”

  I extended my hand. “Mario Rodriguez.”

  She placed her soft hand in mine. “Kimberly Saint.”

  “Saint, nice touch.”

  Her perfectly arched brow wrinkled as she brought the glass to her pouty hot pink lips. “Yeah, right?”

  “The fake name you gave yourself is Saint. Do you think you are better than others?”

  She grimaced. “No. Kimberly Saint has a nice ring to it. You don’t agree?”

  I smiled at her from behind my sunglasses while sipping my drink. “Sure.” I laughed.

  Holding conversations with beautiful women wasn’t what I planned to
do on vacation. I swore off women. Even though my ex-girlfriend Nicki said she hoped I met someone else. I could stand to wait until I was forty. Meeting another crazy like Hailey was something else I’d rather avoid.

  “Mario. Mario.” Kimberly tapped her nude manicured nails on the bar, jarring me from my thoughts.

  “Yes?”

  “Would you like to go for a swim?”

  I shook my head. “Nah, you go ahead.”

  She sighed. “Mario.”

  I met her gaze. My heart pounded against my chest. The woman was a fucking knock out. Her eyes were the color of gold. No Adam. Don’t engage her.

  “Yes.”

  “We are here both escaping our real lives I’d imagine. How about we have fun together? You’ll never see me after we leave Antigua.”

  I ran my fingers through my dark curly mane. “I don’t know.”

  “Suit yourself.”

  She stepped down from the bar stool and stood before me.

  Her sexy eyes roved my body. She placed her hands on my face and crashed her lips into mine. I clutched my fists against the bar trying not to caress her coke bottle shaped waist. I needed to break our kiss, but I didn’t. Finally, she came up for air.

  People walked by not paying us any attention. What did I expect this was a singles island? This was where people came to hook up. And I was here for the opposite. Drown my sorrows at the bar then pass out drunk every night.

  “You’re a great kisser,” she stated in the fake British accent.

  “See you around, handsome.”

  I watched her stroll away in her black thong bikini. Shit, I needed a cold shower. My cock was hard as a rock. Fuck, I had to stay away from her. She was the kind of trouble I needed to avoid. How long would I be able to resist her?

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  A HERO’S LOVE

  ETHAN

  “EXCUSE ME, SIR, CAN I place an order?”

  Abe glanced over his shoulder at the chocolate woman who slipped into a seat at my left.

  “Sure thing. One moment.”

  The woman's dark eyes were fixated on the TV. I was trying not to stare, but it was next to impossible. Her black coily hair fell below her shoulders. She stood momentarily, removing her pink three-quarter-length pea coat. I should probably say something instead of staring.

  “Hi, what are you drinking tonight?”

  Blankly, she glared at me. “Hello, I plan to drink a Cosmo. But I can order my own drink. Thanks anyway.” She offered a weak smile.

  “You’re welcome.”

  The cleavage of her purple blouse was begging my eyes for attention. Once her eyes fell back on the TV screen, I peeked at her sexy cleavage, then I lowered my eyes, glaring at her black pencil skirt.

  “Are you done?” she asked, not tearing her eyes away from the TV.

  My heart skipped a beat. I gawked at my reflection in the mirror, I turned a light shade of red.

  “I apologize. I didn’t mean to stare. I’m sure you’re aware of how beautiful you are. Men probably stare often.”

  The ends of her lips turned up a bit then dropped. Her dark eyes met my blue eyes. “It’s rude to stare.”

  “It is.” I extended my hand toward her. “Ethan Daniels.”

  Her soft hand palmed mine. “Malaysia Newton.”

  I flashed a wide smile, showing all my pearly whites.

  “Nice to meet you, Malaysia. Pretty name.”

  “Thank you.”

  I glanced to my right. “Tim and Bill, I’d like to introduce you to Malaysia.”

  Bill and Tim waved. “Hello, Malaysia.”

  “Hello, nice meeting you both,” she replied.

  Abe approached the counter. “What would you like to order, miss?”

  “Abe, she will have a Cosmo. Whatever else she’s ordering add to my tab.”

  Abe winked at me and smiled. He turned his attention back to Malaysia. “All right. Miss, would you like to see a menu?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’ll grab your drink in the meantime.”

  She smiled.

  “Ethan, is it?”

  I tried to hold back the laughter. She knew my name. “Yes.”

  “That wasn’t necessary. But thank you.”

  I placed my hand on my broad chest. “It’s my pleasure.”

  I didn’t want to crowd her. I turned my attention to Tim. “Any special plans this weekend?”

  Tim sipped his beer. “If sleep counts, yes.”

  We both laughed.

  “Are you working this weekend?”

  “Yeah, tomorrow at ten in the morning. Off Sunday. Not sure the last time I had a weekend off.” I rubbed my brow, trying to remember.

  “If you can’t remember, Ethan, it’s been too long.”

  “Agreed.”

  Bill rose to his feet, tossing a few bills on the bar countertop. “Gentleman, have a good night. Malaysia, enjoy your evening.”

  “You, too.”

  Bill waved. “Ethan, I will see you at work tomorrow.”

  “Be safe, Bill. See you tomorrow.”

  Abe returned, placing a steaming hot plate before Malaysia. She’d ordered grill chicken, broccoli, and a baked potato.

  “Ethan, here is your meal. You both enjoy.”

  “Thank you,” Malaysia and I responded, respectively.

  She rocked the knife back and forth, separating the chicken into squares. Malaysia slipped the meat past her purple-colored lips. My tongue slid forward in an effort to lick my lips. I needed to stop watching her in a lustful manner. I was sure it was creepy. It was obvious I was attracted to her. Very seldom did I enjoy the smell of roses. I couldn’t recollect the last time I’d had sex. Apparently, it wasn’t that memorable if I couldn’t remember.

  “Um, just as good as it was for lunch the other day.” She smiled. Her beautiful oval eyes made contact with mine.

  I cleared my throat to find my voice. “Do you come here often?”

  “No, early this week a few coworkers wanted to try someplace new. The food is pretty good.”

  “Are you a fixture on the wall?” She gestured.

  “No, but police officers, firefighters, and doctors frequent the bar.”

  I placed a sliver of steak into my mouth.

  “Do you fall into that category?” she asked.

  I grinned. “Yes.”

  “Excuse me, Dr. Daniels.” Tim’s heavy hand patted my shoulder.

  “Tim, leaving so soon?”

  He shrugged on his jacket. “I have a date with my bed.”

  I laughed. “Good seeing you. See you next time.”

  “Malaysia, have a good night. Don’t let Ethan, get you into trouble.”

  “I won’t.”

  I glared at Tim. “What the fuck!” I mouthed.

  Tim chuckled, turned on his heels, then walked away.

  I smirked. “Malaysia, don’t listen to Tim. I’m not trouble.”

  I glanced toward the other end of the bar. I didn’t wait for Malaysia to respond. I needed to change the subject. Abe was taking another order. He strolled back to the computer. “Abe, when you get a moment.”

  “Sure, Ethan, I’ll be right over.

  Malaysia and I ate in silence. Laughter and loud chatter surrounded around us.

  “Ethan, what can I get for you?”

  “Abe, please bring Malaysia and I another drink.”

  “Two Cosmos coming right up.” He snickered.

  Malaysia and I chuckled.

  “You said you aren’t trouble but you want to keep my drinks flowing?”

  I smiled. “Relaxed, yes. Drunk, no.”

  Her eyebrows rose. “Relaxed?”

  I ran my hand over my stubbled face. “Malaysia, we are just talking. Unless you had something else in mind.”

  We held each other’s gaze.

  “Is this how you pick up women?”

  “Sometimes, but I rarely take an interest in their day.
How was your day?”

  She sipped the new drink Abe placed in front of her.

  “My day was long. How about yours, Dr. Daniels?”

  I smirked over the rim of my new glass of beer. “It wasn’t the best day. I lost a patient.”

  Her upward turned lips fell. “Sorry to hear that.”

  “I’m supposed to be one of the best doctors in my field.”

  “Let’s see what patients are saying about you on Health Grades.”

  She whipped out her phone running an internet search. “Hm, it says here you are polite and you have the best bedside manner.”

  We laughed.

  “Oh, look at you in the stark white doctor coat. Handsome. You have that Adonis look about you. You are tall. What is your height?”

  “I’m six-two.” How tall are you?”

  “I’m five-five.” Can I continue?”

  I nodded. “By all means.”

  “You have the perfect curly blond hair, angular jawline, dreamy blue eyes, long eyelashes, and semi-slender nose. Yeah, I’d say you are just about every woman’s dream man.” She smiled arrogantly.

  “But not yours. What is it? You don’t date white men?”

  “It’s not that. I don’t have time to date. I’m financially assisting my family right now. Maybe one day my knight in shining armor can sweep me off my feet. However, it isn’t now.”

  “I understand. I was telling Tim I don’t remember the last time I had the weekend off. My schedule is demanding. I don’t have time for a woman.”

  Malaysia pushed her plate forward, bringing her half glass of Cosmo closer. “What about the occasional hookup?” She stared into her glass.

  “I’d make time for the occasional hook up with you.”

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