Loving the Mafia's Daughter

Chapter 6 - Good Intentions

Killian

His phone buzzed again, but Killian Kech ignored it as he looked around the table and then back at his cards. His three opponents all held the same expressionless look, but Killain could see past that. The man to his left, who looked like he had a broken nose several times, held his cards more closely to his body than he had the entire night. Must have a good hand. The opponent, across from him, held his card in such a way that made his knuckles white. This man was nervous. He had laid down quite a bit of cash, and must be struggling with his hand. Then the man to his right, stared at the pile of money. He could feel the tapping of his foot underneath the table. He thinks he is going to win, and is getting anxious to finish the game to show off his cards.

Killian took a drink, looking back at his hand. He pulled an ace, a royal flush. He could win, but that was not his aim in coming. He laid down a different card, destroying his great hand. He wanted information, and people were always more willing to divulge information to a man who looses.

“Ah fellas, I think you all have better luck than me.”

The man to his right laid down his cards. A full house. He grinned. The man across from him laid his cards down. He just had a high card. The man to his right laid down his with a broad smile, a straight flush. He reached over and grabbed the money. The man with the crooked nose frowned deepened, and he groaned low.

Killian said, “I’ll have to call it quits, you cleaned me out.”

The man to his left chuckled at his comment. “I heard DN.9 are looking for some men.”

Killian looked at him, he had a crooked nose. “I’ll do anything, my luck has been in the dumps.”

“DN.9 are looking for associates to smuggle in more weapons.”

He looked around at the other men whom he all knew were a part of DN.9. “What can a guy like me do?”

The man to his right spoke low, “Need men to help smuggle them into the city. The police have been raising the heat on it.”

“I’m listening.”

“Meet on the south side in two weeks, by the docs, seven in the morning. You got a car?”

“Yes.”

“You smuggle in these guns, they give you two gs. Tell them Alfonso Trait sent you. You’ll be safe as long as you don’t get caught by blue.”

He looked around at the guys at the table. “Thanks. I owe you one.”

The guy across from him smiled and chuckled, “Just bring the gs back here, you’ll pay us back.”

The rest of the men laughed and Killian held up his hands in defeat. He walked away through the narrow hallway and out the side door of Harper’s grocery store, now long closed. Casually, he walked to his vehicle.

Once he was securely in his vehicle, he took out his phone. The texts were from Caterina Conte, the FBI agent over the mafia operations in Scelus City.

Tov Tech Tower was raided at ten pm. Cassius Millbrooks kidn*pped and being held by The Crimson Spider. No action required. We don’t believe any harm will come to him. Report when he is released.

Killian gripped his phone in his hand. Deven Spillance was murdered by DN.9 leaving Tov Tech vulnerable. They had made plans to announce their new security in just a few hours at the morning ten am press conference. He pulled his car into gear, refusing to just do nothing. Cassius was his brother, adopted brother, and he wasn’t about to let anything happen to him.

Another text rang through and his car read it out for him. “Garrett Millbrooks now in custody of The Crimson Spider. No action required. Report when they have been released.”

He pushed down on the gas pedal harder with rage. The Millbrook family had taken him in when he was at the young age of sixteen. They weren’t his real family, but they were close enough.

He zipped through the back roads. He knew from previous stakeouts where The Crimson Mafia house was. It was a large mansion with security cameras and multiple guards. He pulled his pickup to a screeching halt. After opening the trunk, he pulled out a case with pistols, loaded clips, gas, and explosives. He grabbed the pistols and weapons, hiding them under his coat.

Killian circled around to the back. He paused under the underbrush, observing. Cameras were up top, slowly spinning. These particular cameras could only spin a hundred and eighty degrees. They didn’t have high tech ones that would see three-sixty at all times, probably because they knew anyone crazy enough to attack them wouldn’t make it very far. Each guard had been trained to kill anything suspicious on sight. He put on his mask, he couldn’t risk exposing himself.

Killian crept forward, waiting until the cameras passed each other, giving him a ten-second window where he could jump the fence blind. He waited again for the ten-second window. His heart pounded and his fingers twitched. Now. In a fluid motion, he jumped up, flinging his legs over and landed on the other side. Using the shadows, he ran towards the grove of trees to observe once again.

A loud thunk sounded in the tree beside him, causing him to fall backwards in surprise. Had someone seen him? He went down to his belly and peaked under the bushes. A young woman in her early twenties was mumbling to herself. He huffed in amusement at the sight she presented. Blue pajama pants that clung to her long legs and a college t-shirt. She was grumbling to herself as she threw another knife once again, hitting the tree.

He concluded that she was too absorbed with whatever she was angry about to pay any attention to him. Killian pulled back and waited until his back was turned before he crept out of the bushes and along the fence until he made it to the next patch of bushes to squat behind. Glancing back, he tried to spot the girl to ensure she wasn’t turned towards the direction he needed to run, but she was no longer there.

He hesitated, looking around. She couldn’t have disappeared that fast. Again, his eyes scanned the extensive background of the estate.

“You know, you aren’t that sneaky, but I’m still impressed at how far you’ve come.”

At the sound of her voice, he felt his heart stop as he froze and quickly turned around. She was sitting almost directly beside him, up against the fence. He quickly went for his gun but found it missing out of his holster. He looked back at her surprised, though he knew she couldn’t see his facial expression through his mask.

“I was too curious to kill you right away, because I wanted to know what you hoped to gain by taking such a risk?”

He glanced around. They were alone, except for the cameras. If he told her, she could report it and that might come to the harm of his brother and father. His only chance was to knock her out, not let her speak a word. She was skilled with a knife, but he was confident he could take her out pretty easily.

Killian lunged at her. She had been expecting it, because she twirled and threw a leg around his neck and put a gun to the back of his head. He grabbed her leg and twisted it hard, twisting her unless she wanted a broken knee.

He rolled from underneath her and stood. She quickly flew to her feet holding his gun. The glow of the lights from the house danced across her face and illuminated the fire in her eyes. She looked down at his gun in her hand and threw it over the fence. He could easily see, she wanted a fight to turn him into a punching bag to take out her anger on. He grinned, he wasn’t going to make it that easy.

Taking the initiative, his opponent lunged forward, her left fist raised, ready to strike. His instinct kicked in as he sidestepped to her right, narrowly avoiding her punch. He felt the air and whoosh past his face.

Recovering quickly, he countered with a swift roundhouse at her midsection. She leaned back, avoiding the kick by inches. She retaliated with a rapid combination of jabs and hooks. Her fist blurred as she aimed at his torso, testing his defensive counters. He had years of training as he blocked and parried with his forearms absorbing the impact. His focus remained unwavering.

Killian had to take back what he had said. She was a skilled opponent who executed every move with power and trained accuracy. He couldn't help, but feel impressed.

Seizing an opening, Killian launched a powerful spinning back kick, aiming for her side. He connected and she fell to the ground. He advanced at her, ready to end it. She kicked under his leg, making it buckle and he fell to his knee. She used her momentum to stand and she threw a hard punch into his jaw. Killian fell to the side.

She grabbed a knife still stuck in a tree. He hadn’t realized their fighting had taken him that far away. He rolled and stood. As he turned towards her, a knife went into his shirt into a tree. Another one connected part of his shirt to the tree.

With irritation, she walked towards him with the knife gleaming against the light. She held it to his throat.

“Why are you here?”

Perhaps he could get information instead. She was a skilled opponent.

“Where’s the Millbrooks?”

The knife slackened in her grasp. Then her face contorted in barely controlled anger. “What are they to you?”

“I will protect them.”

She looked into his eyes and he could see the debate. Seemingly to settle the debate, she said, “They left.”

“What?” The Crimson Spider let them go that easily?

A sadness entered her eyes which made him pause. She took out all the knives, releasing him. She turned away and walked back towards the house. Killian watched her leave, thoroughly confused by her behavior. Earlier she seemed ready to beat him up to an inch of his life, and now she seemed sad, mournful even, as if something had been taken away from her.

A loud noise sounded from the house. She was gone, but a multitude of mobsters came piling out of the back door. Adrenaline came back full force as he sprinted towards the back fence. He jumped up and over. Several other men were athletic enough to do the same and they were in hot pursuit.