Page 4 of Stolen Moments with a Bad Boy

Three

J aneiro

My leather designer bag was draped over my shoulder as I entered my family’s private jet. It was necessary to have our own jet since my uncle and aunt performed the same missions as I did.

“Good afternoon, Janeiro. Right this way,” Navy greeted me and gestured.

Navy was head of my family’s security team.

He was fifteen years older than me and swifter with his piece than any veteran that I knew.

There was no one who took their job more serious than him apart from me.

Navy had dark chocolate skin with a bald head that shined brightly all season long.

He matched me in height, but I was definitely more toned.

“Good to see you as well, Navy.”

We shook hands. Afterward, I made my way to my seat and removed my coat.

Navy went back to his sweep of the plane.

I was sure he’d done that ten times already, but Navy lived by the motto that you could never be too careful.

I rotated my neck in a counterclockwise direction then cracked my knuckles.

“Janeiro, we’re taking off in five minutes. Do you need anything beforehand?” Navy inquired.

“I’m good.”

“Alright then. I’ll return when we take off.” Navy bowed and turned away from me.

I leaned against the plush material of the airplane’s seats and closed my eyes. My thoughts went straight to Erie. Earlier may have been our first physical encounter, but I’d observed her since she first opened her café.

There was ambition written all over her beautiful face. I watched her day and night as she combed over every detail before she opened her doors. Some days, she had a pencil tucked behind her ear with some hot concoction steaming in front of her. As time went on, I noticed her clientele increase.

The added lounge was definitely a great idea.

I was certain residuals flowed in nicely because there was a party a few times out of the month.

On certain days of the week, there were day parties as well.

I didn’t know how she did it because she made everything look so easy.

I could tell she had an amazing support team behind her.

My thoughts were interrupted by Navy’s heavy Haitian accent.

“We’re taking off now.”

If you didn’t know Navy, he seemed like a really domineering man.

Looks could definitely be deceiving because underneath that facade was a man who was full of life and very caring.

Although, when I first entered the assassin world, he and my uncle didn’t take it easy on my ass.

Together, they trained and trained me until I was ready to strike out on my own for my first assignment.

When I got my first taste, I’d been addicted ever since.

I reached into my bag and grabbed the folder as the airplane made its rocky ascent into the air.

There was a picture of my next target, Marteen Vetti.

He had a rap sheet longer than both my arms. There was a two-million-dollar price for his head.

Apparently, Marteen liked to solicit female minors for sex.

When I killed, I made sure my targets were worth more than the money I was paid.

I was granted with the utmost satisfaction that another piece of shit would be removed from this world.

Marteen owned a nightclub in Miami called Privy.

Your wallet had to be on another level to get in.

Black cards with no limit were a start. That was how exclusive and private it was.

Police and city officials were on his trail, yet they didn’t have the evidence needed to take him down.

Most of his employees and people in his inner circle feared him.

So, naturally, it was impossible to build a case against him.

Fortunately, the right hunter was on his trail.

I was about to handle what they couldn't.

Leisurely, I placed the folder back into my bag and leaned against the headrest. I needed to get my head in the game, so I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride until it was time to make my move. Three hours later, Navy shook me awake.

“Janeiro, we’ve landed. You got your itinerary?”

I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Alright. See you on the other side, man.”

We dapped each other up before I strolled down the steps and slid behind the wheel of the custom, black sports sedan that waited for me. The tinted windows were always a must in our line of work. The less faces that spotted me on a job, the better.

With lightning speed, I peeled away from the airstrip and headed to my hotel. In the assassin world, hotels were used to help you set up shop, not sleep in. You had to get in and out. Once I made it to the hotel and checked in under the false name, I immediately set up.

From my intel, Marteen usually made it home from the club around 2:00 a.m. His home was heavily guarded, and there was surveillance everywhere. In spite of that, most of his manpower was with him, leaving his home open and vulnerable.

There wasn’t a single piece of technical equipment that Dawn couldn’t hack into.

It would be yet another victory I could add to my trophies.

I removed my guns from my bag and slipped on the silencers.

The watch Dawn placed in my bag looked like a simple designer one, but I was sure there was more to it.

My knives were already strapped to my arms. You could never have enough protection in this business. Once I gave myself a once-over and a mental check, I was good to go. It was around midnight when I stepped out of the revolving doors of the hotel.

Once outside, I gave my room key to the first less fortunate person I saw with all the info they needed. This was something I did on every mission. It was my way of still giving back to God after I had taken a life.

It may not have made sense to some, but it mattered to me. The rooms were booked under different aliases and so were the credit cards. We made sure to leave no trail that could lead to us. For the next couple of nights, they had somewhere to sleep, and their bellies were filled and warm.

Swiftly, I hopped back into the car and drove to Marteen’s home.

I parked one block over and traveled by foot through the wooded area surrounding his home.

My watch reflected the time, and I was on schedule.

I tapped the mini wireless earbud in my ear.

Dawn’s voice instantly flowed through the speaker.

“It’s showtime!” she exclaimed. “The watch you’re wearing has a mini chip in there installed to disarm any surveillance you can’t see.

It works like Wi-Fi. Once you’re in distance, a wave is sent out, giving you an eight-second window to get a move on it.

The small turn dial on the watch emits an X-ray screen, detecting all physical cameras to avoid.

Last but not least, the soft button on the opposite detects trip wires. Press it now.”

I followed her orders and pressed it. The watch emitted a soft beep.

“When you come within distance of any wires, it sounds off loud enough to alert you. Now, kick ass and make it back home, sir.”

“I'm on it.” I ended the call.

Like a thief in the night, I trekked through the woods until Marteen's home came into view.

He was most definitely a flashy guy. No other homes surrounded his.

Marteen had the only home on top of the hill.

I assumed he wanted to be the king of the hill.

Stealthily, I moved behind the large statues in his yard until I made my way around the back.

My watch went off, and there was a tripwire before I ascended the stairs.

Once I stepped over it, I ran up the stairs and crouched under the door handle.

There was a camera right there, so I had to play with the blind spots.

I removed my tools. Hurriedly, I picked the lock and slipped in.

I turned the dial on my watch, and the green screen appeared.

Marteen’s home was huge. There was expensive art paintings that covered the wall and statues spaced strategically throughout.

Yeah, Marteen was surely rolling in dough.

I moved around his house, looking for his bedroom and avoiding as many cameras as I needed to. Once I located his room, I searched for escape routes. I found them then returned back to Marteen's main bedroom. I made a home inside his closet and waited for his arrival.

After a couple of hours of waiting, I had action.

“Mr. Vetti, the house has been secured. It’s safe to enter your bedroom.”

“Thank you, Thomas. Report to your station,” Marteen expressed. The door closed, and I heard small giggles entangled with his boisterous ones. After a beat, the laughter was replaced by moans and grunts.

Slowly, I crept out of his closet. There was a young girl between his legs. She performed oral on him while his head was tossed back. Without a second thought, I fired two shots in his head.

He never saw it coming. His young companion was about to scream until I wrapped my hand around her mouth, silencing her. I turned her to me.

“I’m not here to hurt you, only him. Follow me,” I gestured, and we crept to the door.

Once I opened it, the party started. Quickly, I shot the first two guards outside the door.

I moved toward the stairs and pulled the young girl behind me.

Bullets whizzed past me. I fired at the next three guards that ran up the stairs.

Bullets continued to rain out as we hid behind a cupid statue.

I counted to three in my head before I hoisted her on my shoulder and jumped over the remainder of the staircase banister.

When we made it to the kitchen, a huge beast of a man blocked me. He had an ugly mug on him. There were deep slices all over his mud-colored face. With a face like that, I knew Marteen’s guards had no issue with following his directions. He cracked his neck side to side.

“Surrender now because ain’t no way in hell you gon’ make it out of here, and you sholl ain’t goin’ past me,” he stated with a deep snarl.

I cracked my knuckles. “I’m not going past you. I’m goin’ through you,” I replied.

He swung. I ducked and pushed the girl behind me. He swung again. This time when I ducked, I removed my knife and jabbed it into his side.

“Argh!” he bellowed.

Music to my ears. Hastily, I went between puncturing his sides and stomach until his big ass dropped to his knees and groaned.

I gave him a finishing jab right in the neck.

He fell on the tiled floor, resting in a pool of blood.

I wiped my knife on him then grabbed onto the young girl’s hand.

We raced out the back door and shot into the woods.

I fired off a few more shots as we continued to run.

I made my way back to my car, and we burned rubber out of there. My hands and feet helped me to switch and hit corners until I made my way to the nearest bus station. I handed her a duffel bag of money.

“Take this cash and buy a ticket there. Go live anywhere you want. Be free of him and all men like him. Now, go.”

Her tiny arms wrapped around me and held me tightly. “Thank you, Mister.”

The young girl made her exit and sprinted into the station. I peeled away and made my way from the station and straight to the private airstrip. Once I made it there, Navy was there to escort me inside.

“Nice work, Janeiro. We’re taking off now.”

I made my way to my seat and finally exhaled. Another monster down, many more to go. I closed my eyes and said a prayer to God. Sleep came easily, and I dreamed of my Bella.