The Hitman's Dancer: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Snake Eyes Book 2) by Tabatha Kiss Page B
Authors: Tabatha Kiss
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any water I try to swallow.
Why the fuck didn’t I just say no?
I didn’t have to go to dinner with him. He playfully hinted that I had no choice but it was just banter. It didn’t mean anything. I could have put my foot down, said no, and Dante would have respected that. He’s a decent guy (disregarding his career of choice, of course) and I don’t see him being the type to force me into something I don’t want to do.
His eyes. Those black, soulless eyes. I can’t stop going back to how he was when we were alone. Charming. Witty. He’s the only man I’ve met that could keep up with how fast I talk. A horrible poker player but that just made me like him more. No matter how amazing of a man he was, I knew what he was capable of from the start. I shouldn’t be so damned surprised about all of this, and yet…
A muffled screaming hits my ears. A clamor of voices rise from the auditorium down the hall, followed closely by the quick rat-tat-tat of what can only be one thing…
Gunfire.
My pulse leaps into my ears, deafening me completely. I pull the door open and stick my head out into the hall as the bullets cease.
A voice calls out, one distinctly young but booming and powerful.
“Where is Lucy Vaughn?!”
I fall back into the bathroom, overcome with a million different emotions in three seconds.
A single bullet blows, triggering a wave of fresh screams down the hall.
“Where is Lucy Vaughn?!”
I clasp a hand over my mouth as tears spill from my eyes. What did I do? Oh, god — what did I do?
Another bullet. Another batch of screams.
They’re shooting them. One-by-one.
Looking for me.
If I don’t go out there, more of my friends will die—
“Lucy Vaughn?!”
I gasp, falling back into the bathroom. That voice was much closer — just outside in the hallway. Boots stomp down the corridor, growing louder and louder. I bolt into a stall and slam the door, too scared to think of what noise it makes.
The restroom door bursts open. I cower in the corner, unable to move or even think. His boots continue into the room, tapping towards my stall until they pause just outside.
He leans back and kicks the door open.
I open my mouth to scream but no sound comes out. Fear overwhelms every sense, leaving me nothing but a broken shell. I look up into his face and wince in horror at his mutilated skin.
“There you are…” He pushes his pistol into his belt. “Lucy Vaughn.”
I blink in recognition. The right side of his head is completely covered by a white bandage, spotted red with his own blood, but the rest of his youthful face remains. I push his name off my tongue with all the force I can muster.
“M-Marty Zappia?”
Chapter 11
Dante
The Chicago skyline disappears from my rearview mirror and I breathe a little easier.
Part of me knew it would end this way. Not the part about Snake Eyes being exposed — that was a bit surprising — but rushing out the city with my eyes glued over my shoulder? That was pretty much a guarantee from the start.
There’s only one thing every employee I’ve met working under the Zappias has in common and that’s a giant target on their back. If they aren’t taken out because of disobedience or (alleged) betrayal, it’s because Mr. Zappia had a bad fucking day and needed to shoot someone to feel better about himself. A thug until the very end, as Marty so accurately pointed out.
The kid wasn’t wrong. Too bad he didn’t live to gloat about it.
They’ll go after her.
I slam on my brake, ignoring the flurry of car horns screaming behind me as they pass me by.
Four little words bring my heart to a standstill.
I shot Marty Zappia in the fucking face in my front hall. Eventually, his body will be found, if they haven’t tracked him there already. Zappia will send his best to hunt me down and make me pay for killing his precious baby boy. They’ll never find me but they’ll try really hard and that means interrogating the ones closest to
Why the fuck didn’t I just say no?
I didn’t have to go to dinner with him. He playfully hinted that I had no choice but it was just banter. It didn’t mean anything. I could have put my foot down, said no, and Dante would have respected that. He’s a decent guy (disregarding his career of choice, of course) and I don’t see him being the type to force me into something I don’t want to do.
His eyes. Those black, soulless eyes. I can’t stop going back to how he was when we were alone. Charming. Witty. He’s the only man I’ve met that could keep up with how fast I talk. A horrible poker player but that just made me like him more. No matter how amazing of a man he was, I knew what he was capable of from the start. I shouldn’t be so damned surprised about all of this, and yet…
A muffled screaming hits my ears. A clamor of voices rise from the auditorium down the hall, followed closely by the quick rat-tat-tat of what can only be one thing…
Gunfire.
My pulse leaps into my ears, deafening me completely. I pull the door open and stick my head out into the hall as the bullets cease.
A voice calls out, one distinctly young but booming and powerful.
“Where is Lucy Vaughn?!”
I fall back into the bathroom, overcome with a million different emotions in three seconds.
A single bullet blows, triggering a wave of fresh screams down the hall.
“Where is Lucy Vaughn?!”
I clasp a hand over my mouth as tears spill from my eyes. What did I do? Oh, god — what did I do?
Another bullet. Another batch of screams.
They’re shooting them. One-by-one.
Looking for me.
If I don’t go out there, more of my friends will die—
“Lucy Vaughn?!”
I gasp, falling back into the bathroom. That voice was much closer — just outside in the hallway. Boots stomp down the corridor, growing louder and louder. I bolt into a stall and slam the door, too scared to think of what noise it makes.
The restroom door bursts open. I cower in the corner, unable to move or even think. His boots continue into the room, tapping towards my stall until they pause just outside.
He leans back and kicks the door open.
I open my mouth to scream but no sound comes out. Fear overwhelms every sense, leaving me nothing but a broken shell. I look up into his face and wince in horror at his mutilated skin.
“There you are…” He pushes his pistol into his belt. “Lucy Vaughn.”
I blink in recognition. The right side of his head is completely covered by a white bandage, spotted red with his own blood, but the rest of his youthful face remains. I push his name off my tongue with all the force I can muster.
“M-Marty Zappia?”
Chapter 11
Dante
The Chicago skyline disappears from my rearview mirror and I breathe a little easier.
Part of me knew it would end this way. Not the part about Snake Eyes being exposed — that was a bit surprising — but rushing out the city with my eyes glued over my shoulder? That was pretty much a guarantee from the start.
There’s only one thing every employee I’ve met working under the Zappias has in common and that’s a giant target on their back. If they aren’t taken out because of disobedience or (alleged) betrayal, it’s because Mr. Zappia had a bad fucking day and needed to shoot someone to feel better about himself. A thug until the very end, as Marty so accurately pointed out.
The kid wasn’t wrong. Too bad he didn’t live to gloat about it.
They’ll go after her.
I slam on my brake, ignoring the flurry of car horns screaming behind me as they pass me by.
Four little words bring my heart to a standstill.
I shot Marty Zappia in the fucking face in my front hall. Eventually, his body will be found, if they haven’t tracked him there already. Zappia will send his best to hunt me down and make me pay for killing his precious baby boy. They’ll never find me but they’ll try really hard and that means interrogating the ones closest to
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