Chapter 1
Damien's POV.
When the SSC sent me a name of a person who was in prison as my next target, I thought it was going to be an easy in and out kind of job but now that I'm in a Van, with two armed FBI pigs as escorts, with my hands and ankles in cuffs and chains, I'm starting to think they fucking set me up.
Daniel Watson, the target, was a senator who owned multiple secret businesses in Italy and other parts of the world, people who own secret businesses are powerful assholes who think they can get away with everything.
Daniel thought he could get away with slaughtering women and children.
You can only imagine the smile on my face when I opened that envelope and saw his name printed in golden letters on that card.
The instructions were to gain Daniel's trust in a week, ask him about the whereabouts of some hard drive and then finally eliminate him but I earned his trust in three days and on the fourth day, in the prison cafeteria when he was telling me about how he once dropped a tank full of children in the ocean and got away with it.... I lost my shit.
I launched at him from across the table, pinned him to the floor and stabbed him twelve times with a knife that I stole from my cellmate.
The SSC did not like that move, they wanted me to get that hard drive first and I messed it up by killing him before he could give me that information, but the fact that they didn't break me out after the job was done was proof I was being punished for my actions.
Yeah, yeah, boohoo, letting these fucktwits transfer me to a maximum prison is a little extra of them.
And it's not like I'm not waiting for something to happen any second now but it's been about an hour and nothing is happening.
Which means, I'm on my own.
My eyes glance back and forth at the two men sitting on opposite sides of the van, facing each other.
I can easily take them out and escape but I don't know how the SSC is going to respond to that.
Fuck the SSC.
I catch one of them staring at me, he's sitting on my right, I notice that his fore finger is on the trigger of his rifle.
He's shaking, which tells me that he's either new to this or he's scared shitless of me, or both.
"Why'd you do it, freak?" Asks the one on my left.
Ah, finally, some conversation.
I twist my neck, smirking at him.
"Why didn't you?" I hold his judging eyes.
"He was already paying for his sins, he didn't deserve to be brutally murdered like that," he spits.
"Hmm, my bad," I turn my head to the one on my right, winking at him.
He swallows and nervously looks down at his gun.
The van comes to a force halt, causing the tires to screech underneath us and then we hear a person's scream.
"What the hell?" Mr judgey looks to the small window above my head.
"Why are we stopping?" Asks Mr nervous guy.
"I don't know," Mr judgey stands up and points his rifle at the double doors of the Van.
"Who is it? Who's out there?" Mr nervous guy questions me as sweat runs down the side of his pale face, I smile at him in response.
"Harrison, get the fuck up and get ready to shoot!" Mr judgey shouts at Mr nervous guy. Harry quickly gets up and aims his gun at the doors too.
Are they seriously just going to trust me with their backs?
I scoff in disbelief.
Amateurs.
The thing is, I don't know who's out there, it might be the SSC but it could also be Daniel's men, either way, I should be prepared for the latter.
A loud noise is heard from the doors but they don't fly open, though, the noise did scare the shit out of Mr nervous guy and he took a step back, a step away from his partner and closer to me.
I take the opportunity by launching to my feet and wrapping the chain cuffs around his neck.
Mr judgey turns his pointed gun in my direction, baring his teeth in anger.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, drop it, sweetheart, one wrong move and I snap his neck," I say, tightening the grip and making him choke for air.
"What makes you think I give a shit about him, hmm? He's just some kid I met this morning," he's playing with me.
"Is he now?" I pull the chains harder but not hard enough to knock him out or kill him.
We hear that noise from the doors again, like a chainsaw?
Mr judgey panics, he looks at the doors then me and the kid he claims to not give a shit about.
Fear. It's written all over his face, almost like he knows he's about to die.
He drops the rifle onto the floor and pulls out a pistol, he points it under his chin, looking at his partner.
"No," Harry chokes out and squirms to get free but I don't let him loose.
"See you in hell," Mr judgey looks into my eyes before pulling the trigger and blowing his brains out.
"Well..." I start as I stare at his lifeless body laying in the middle of the Van, "I'll be in the VIP section but yeah, suit yourself," I respond.
The doors finally burst open, revealing Lorenzo holding a chainsaw, he looks at the dead fed and sighs.
"That's no fun," his lazy eyes raise to me and the person I'm still holding captive, "Well? what are you waiting for?" He asks.
"I don't know, I kinda like this one." I twist my lips to the side as I gape at the kid's frightened expression.
"Kill me, or I swear to God, I'm gonna fucking kill you myself!" He says through gritted teeth.
It's actually the first time he's sounded like a man, I like it.
"Promise?" I grin at his little threat.
"Damien..." Lorenzo sounds impatient.
"Alright, alright." I place one hand on the back of his head, the other one cupping his chin then I snap his neck.
His body falls to the car floor with a thud, his eyes still open, I sigh before stepping over his body, jumping out of the van.
"Did prison make you soft?" Lorenzo is giving me a suspicious look.
"A little bit," I release myself from the fucking chains with the keys I took from Harry's belt. "What took you so long?" I ask as he leads us to his car.
"You were being punished, if you didn't notice," he answers while getting into the driver's seat.
"Oh, I noticed," I respond.
The thrumming sound of a helicopter catches my attention, I look up in the sky, squinting my eyes at the helicopter above me.
"It's just Mateo," Lorenzo informs me.
I roll my eyes at the mention of that name before getting into his car.
"May I just say... that prison jumpsuit looks crazy good on you," he chuckles and brings the car to life.
He reaches his hand into his pocket and pulls out a phone before tossing it to me, I catch it mid-air.
"You got me a phone?" I ask, playfully smirking at him.
"Nah, Rocco said a very important phone call was gonna come through for-" he's cut off by the sound of the phone ringing in my hand, "for you," he finishes his sentence.
It's a private number, these kind of phone calls are always interesting and that's the only reason why I pick up.
I don't say anything when I press the phone against my ear cause, again, I just killed a very important man in that prison.
"Hey, kid, made it out okay?" A familiar voice speaks into my ear.
"Mr Richardson." I keep my tone blunt.
"I have a job for you," he gets straight to business.
"No offense , Mr Richardson but our contract ended three years ago," I remind the man.
"This job doesn't require a contract, think of it as a part time job, you do it for one night and get paid in the morning,"
"Part time jobs are a little harder than contracts these days,"
"Name your price, I'll pay you any amount you'll ask for, any amount," he sounds way too desperate.
I've known Mr Richardson since I was seven, he is known for his uttermost ego and pride, he doesn't beg or show acts of weakness but I think I just lived to see the day.
As much as I'd like to hear him actually beg me, I'm afraid this is the part where I give in.
Plus, the man's a billionaire and he's asking me to name my price.
"Alright, give me a name and it's done."
"Cassandra Richardson," he says quickly.
"Your daughter?" I scrunch my face in confusion.
"Yes,"
"You want me to kill your daughter?" I ask for clarification.
"No, I want you to save her," he says.
I pull the phone away from my ear to scowl at it, Lorenzo chuckles at my expression.
"Excuse me?" I bring the device back to my ear.
"It's her twenty first birthday, word on the street is Julio has put a bounty on her head, every man and woman is gonna be looking for her and I need you to get her to a secure location before they find her,"
"I'm sorry, I think you called the wrong person, Mr Richardson, I don't save people, I do the opposite."
"I know, I know but I can't trust anyone with this right now, you're the only one who does the job for the sake of getting it done and not just for the money, I can't say the same for the rest of these people. Please, kid, she's my daughter, I can't let him have her." He's begging me.
Another reason why I should give in.
I think prison did turn me soft.
"What will you be doing while I save your daughter?"
"I'll send you the address, get rid of the phone after that." He hangs up.
"Fucking hell, can't I get a nice meal first?" I grip the phone in my hand.
"He wants you to play hero?" Asks Lorenzo.
"Only for one night," I peek my head out the window, looking up at the helicopter trailing us, "Can I borrow that thing?"
"Why?" He asks.
"Cause I have to fly to New York," I answer him.
