Page 1 of The Hitman's Prince

Part One

The Mutiny

Chapter 1

Vince

There were lots of things in my world that were up for debate or left to chance, but my father being dead wasn’t one of them. I knew that because I’d been the one to kill him. An hour after walking out of a meeting with Gideon North and Fletcher Sinclair, I’d walked into my father’s office and shot him in the face. His assistant, his side piece and the biggest thorn in my side, Orion Delmar, walked in less than five minutes later.

I only managed to graze his shoulder before he turned tail and ran. I’d find him sooner or later, hopefully before he found me.

Orion had always been a loose cannon with a fiery temper that he didn’t seem to be able to keep controlled on his own. My father had found ways to keep Orion under control, and now it would be up to me to do the same. Ricardo Angelini always had a way of forcing those around him into their places, but with him out of thepicture now, there was no way of telling what Orion’s next move would be.

Scrubbing a hand down my face, I walked around to the back of my father’s desk and used my foot to kick the chair toward the wall. His body was limp, covered in blood and brains. He’d died instantly, before he realized it was me pulling the trigger. I should have moved slower. There would have been something sweet about him knowing I’d finally had enough of his bullshit. Color me inspired by the Sinclair-North mutiny, but I was in agreement with Fletcher and Gideon that it was time for things to change.

Sitting around their dining room table, I’d made a lot of promises I didn’t really have any way to deliver on. I knew my father would have welcomed the power that came with dethroning the two most forward-facing families in power, but I was of the distinct impression that was too much for him to manage on his own. I wasn’t much better suited for it, but he and I differed in one noticeable way.

He was hungry for power and I was not.

I wouldn’t go so far as to say I wanted peace. I wanted the control that came with being in charge, but I also wanted to be left alone. For too long the Angelini family had ruled from the bottom, but with the Sinclair and the North families walking away from their roles, that was no longer an option. The Angelini name was soon to come front and center, and with that…a target on the back of the leader.

Or in my father’s case, a target in the middle of his face.

“What are you going to do now?” Orion’s voice startled me back to the present and I moved quickly, leveling my gun on him. He stood in the doorway to my father’s office—to my office—expression alternating between stoic and frantic with impressive speed, like he was in the middle of a glitch.

“What do you think?” I asked.

He swallowed hard, glancing at his shoulder where there was barely more than a flesh wound. He wouldn’t even need stitches. “Are you going to kill me next?”

I was definitely not going to tell him I’d been waiting for him to walk in and killme. Maybe my father had trained him better than I thought.

“Do I need to?” I cocked my head to the side and dragged my finger across the trigger. “Or are you going to come to heel?”

Orion pushed away from the door, closing the space between us with long and confident strides. He was dressed well, shorter than me, but broader across his chest. He wore pressed black slacks and shiny dress shoes, a white button-up with the sleeves pushed up to the middle of his forearms exposing all the tangled lines of his tattoos. The top two buttons were undone, revealing a dusting of hair and the hint of a silver chain around his neck.

“Make me,” he said.

Slowly.

Carefully.

I pressed the barrel of the gun against the middle of his forehead.

“Heel.”

Orion held my stare with his light brown eyes, clear as quartz. Even as he sank to his knees, he kept his gaze on mine, and I kept my gun pressed against his skin. With my free hand, I pulled at my fly and the waistband of my boxer briefs, shoving everything out of the way until my cock was unrestrained, bobbing in front of his face.

“Suck it,” I told him next, navigating my half-soft cock over his mouth. Orion’s lips were chapped, but his pupils were shot. He wasn’t unwilling in any of this, I told myself. This was how my father did things. This was what Orion was used to, what he would respond to. As he opened his mouth and drew a stripe up my shaft with the tip of his tongue. I was nowhere near erect, but well on the way and getting more impatient by the second. I’d told Orion to heel, not to tease.

Dragging the gun across his forehead to press against his temple, I fisted his hair and yanked him the rest of the way down my shaft. It wasn’t a stretch since I wasn’t close to erect, but Orion understood the assignment. He flattened his tongue against the underside of my dick and hollowed his cheeks, sucking and spitting on my dick until I was hard enough to reach the back of his throat.

He gagged around the base of my cock and I held him steady, growling when tears and spit leaked out of him at the same time. Admittedly, I had not planned to wake up,overthrow three ruling families at once, kill my father in cold blood, and then throat-fuck his assistant, but that was the crux of the whole debate and chance thing, wasn’t it?

“I have the bigger cock, don’t I?” I asked, even though the answer didn’t matter. “I’m your master now, aren’t I?”

Orion’s mouth was wet and hot, and he hadn’t stopped looking at me since I put the gun to his head. I didn’t know if he had a gun fetish or a death wish, but I was happy to oblige him with either.

With both.