Free Whatever You Need: (A Chicago Mafia Syndicate) (Castaletta Book 2) by Ali Parker Page B

That, or I'll just come to the party as your date, and kill him in the elevator."
    Marcus chuckled. "I think I'm going to like you."
    "Everyone does. It would be a shame to be odd-man out." I purred my words. "I gotta get ready. I'll be around the edges of the night watching you guys. Text me later with what the hit's wearing. I've seen him before, but let’s make sure we're on the same page with who's not waking up tomorrow morning."
    "Will do, and Izzy... thank you." Marcus dropped the call.
    I pressed my hands to the railing at the top of the Hilton and leaned forward. The streets below were filling up with people dressed in big ball gowns and masks.
    "How fun," I murmured and let my eyes move up to the sunset. It was beautiful. It was the type of sunset that deserved a happy couple to enjoy it. Too bad I didn't know of any.
    I moved back and got into position again, testing the wind. I would have to work fast to take out Billy and anyone else that needed to die, but it was doable. D wanted it done to help out Marcus and I wasn't going to say no to him. Not ever.
     
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    "I'm watching right beside you. Both the hotel across the street and your back, okay?" D's voice was steady as if he were talking to a teenage driver, trying like hell to instill confidence and courage into her.
    I chuckled and glanced up from the ground where I lay on my belly with my sniper rifle.
    "This isn't my first rodeo, D." I turned back to look through my scope. The roof across the street at the Marriott was empty, but it wouldn't be for much longer.
    "I know." He knelt beside me. "About earlier..."
    "Don't. Not now." I glanced up at him. "Seriously."
    "Alright." He stood up and let out a long sigh before pacing the rooftop.
    "Stay still, please. You're going to break my concentration," I barked, not meaning to sound nearly as bitchy as I did. I was hurt by his denial of my request. I needed him to make love to me, but he wouldn't. He wasn't the kind of man to outright say it, but him ignoring me when I asked was answer enough."
    "There." D knelt beside me again as he lifted his binoculars to his face. "The guy standing beside the woman in the blue dress is Billy. I'd know that bastard from anywhere."
    "Who's the woman?" I squinted and moved the gun around to check out the situation as Marcus and another guy walked out onto the roof.
    "I'm assuming that's Marcus's girl, but maybe not. Just get ready for whatever comes our way."
    "Am I killing Billy and the dark-haired guy?" I focused my gun on Billy as the group started to move around, each other. A fight was starting up, but I couldn't necessarily tell who was on who's side.
    Billy pulled a gun on Marcus, and I pulled the trigger hitting the asshole in the back about the same time the dark haired guy beside him pulled the trigger. The door behind them opened and another guy walked out, shooting three times as I fired twice, getting the thugs that joined the party late.
    "Billy is down, the two guys shooting at Marcus are down and the dark-haired guy is done. I'm out." I moved back, packed up and jogged behind D toward the doorway that would lead us back down into our hotel. The job was simple. Kill Billy to help Marcus free himself. Done.
    "Great job." D touched my lower back and took the bag from my shoulder. "Let's go back to the room and you can take a hot bath and chill out."
    "I'm starving," I mumbled as I tried to ignore the racing of my heart, the nervous excitement that pumped through me. I was a trained killer and would be for the rest of my life. There would be no white wedding dress for me, or screams in an operating room as I pushed out a child. My life wasn't going to allow for that. Some part of me was good with it, another... not so much.
    D unlocked the door and moved back as I walked in and moved to open the curtains at the far end of the room.
    "You want me to run you bath and order something for us to eat?"
    "You run the water." I glanced over my shoulder. "I'll order