Darkest Deeds: Cavalieri Della Morte by Kenborn Cora

Author:Kenborn, Cora
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Twisted Publishing
Published: 2019-05-15T16:00:00+00:00

Niko

Contacts are always useful in my line of work. That’s why after one call to the Miami Medical Examiner, I delivered pieces of an already deceased redheaded Jane Doe to Sergei before lunch without getting my hands dirty. Some say that’s heartless; I say it’s efficient.

Problem number one solved.

Now, I’m having a beer at a small bar in Port St. Lucie, a boring town forty miles east of Okeechobee, when a text comes through solving problem number two.

It’s done.

Smiling, I drop my phone on the bar and lift my mug in a toast. “Beris' druzhno, ne budet grustno.”

An older woman next to me showing way too much leg for her age wrinkles her nose at me. Normally, I’d be pissed at such a blatant show of disrespect, but I’m feeling generous today.

“Russian proverb,” I say, tilting my mug toward her. “In English it means many hands make light work.”

Her eyes lock on the tattoos covering my hands and neck and she twists her chair around until all I see is her back.

The fuck?

This is exactly why I never talk to people. You have one thing go your way, and some bitch still living in a decade that passed her by twenty-five years ago shits all over it.

“Here’s another one for you,” I offer. “Sosí moy khuy, suka. It means, suck my dick, bitch.”

She lets out a small squeak. Slowly reaching into her purse, she slides a twenty dollar bill on the table and slips out of the chair, walking calmly until she’s almost to the door, then takes off like she was shot out of a cannon.

Lifting my mug again, I down what’s left of my beer.

Many hands make light work.

Damn right they do. Especially when one of those hands drips with blood so that mine can uphold a recently bartered agreement.

Technically, I didn’t kill that border smuggling oil tycoon in Laredo. I simply cashed in a favor from someone even more lethal than myself. A man who has the power to make Sergei Chernov both kiss his ass and then piss himself.

Before Arthur came for me, I took a job no one else wanted—a hit on a cartel kingpin’s wife. I followed it straight to Mexico City. The woman had long red hair and creamy pale skin. I had her in my scope then suddenly my mind saw Ava standing there in the crosshairs, and I hesitated. When the barrel of a gun pressed to the back of my skull, I simply released the trigger and waited. I’ll never forget the thick Spanish accent that followed.

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