Boss (Killer of Kings 7)

“You go home alone every single night, eat takeout, watch movies. You’re telling me you’re not lonely?”

“Takes one to know one, Boss.” She pulled out of his arms. “Stay away from me.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said.

“You can keep at your desk, going through the same old bullshit reports all you want, but the real answers come from ground work. That’s what I’m going to be doing.” She opened his door and was gone. She didn’t immediately leave. Boss’s office was full of weaponry and clothing. She went to one of the supply closets and found some sweatpants and a shirt in her size. She’d just finished getting dressed when El Diablo came in. He stood at the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest.

“You don’t have to keep on running,” he said.

“I don’t have time for the brotherly rant.”

“Damn it, Graciella. I want us to be a family.”

She flicked her hair out from her shirt. “We’ll always be a family. We’re just not going to be the kind that share postcards and Christmas gifts. We’re just a brother and a sister by blood.”

“You know not a day went by when I didn’t think about you,” El Diablo said.

She shrugged. “And I guess it didn’t work out too badly for you. I’m not doing this with you, Xavier.” She spoke his name, hoping to hurt him enough for him to shut up and let her leave.

“I don’t want you to go,” he said. “Let us help you.”

“I got into this mess and I’ll find a way out of it. It’s what I’m good at.” Someone had a main lab. She had to locate it, destroy it, kill the fucking scientist and every single person who was in on the distribution, and then remove all of the product. Piece of cake, just so long as she stayed away from Boss, she’d be fine.

Chapter Five

He dropped the file folder on the corner of his desk. “Don’t fuck this one up,” Boss said.

Bain groaned and snatched the file.

“How was I supposed to know that bitch was tailing my mark?” Bain said.

Boss cringed. “Don’t call her a bitch.”

Bain narrowed his eyes but kept his mouth shut. He leafed through the folder. “Piece of cake.” He kept tugging at his collar, and Boss noticed sweat beaded on his forehead.

Boss cocked an eyebrow. “You feeling okay?”

“What?” Bain was a cold motherfucker. He’d had a hellish childhood, but now he was happily married. He deserved it. Boss personally invested himself in the people he invited to work for him. Killer of Kings was more than just a group of hitmen. It was much more than the Circle of Monsters.

“Nothing. Call me when it’s done.”

Once Bain left, he sat in his office chair and tapped a pen against his lips. After everything that had gone down last week, the one thing that kept lingering in his mind was the fact Graciella thought he should be afraid of Viko. She was massively in debt to the fucker and believed he was some kind of god. It pissed him off that she hadn’t come to him first.

He wanted to be her hero.

Little did she know the extent of Boss’s power. The Circle of Monsters didn’t give him pause. This was his city. Killer of Kings ruled these streets.

His cell rang.

“What is it, Maurice?”

“She’s on the move.”

Of course, she is.

He’d asked a couple of his men to keep tabs on Graciella’s movements. Not just for information on the drug shitstorm she’d started, but for her own damn good. Maybe more. “Where?”

“She’s driving. Heading out to the beach.”