Declan
A harried Hunter meets me near Priest’s garage door. He’s pacing in place and coursing his fingers through his hair nervously, so you know he’s stressed. “Sorry for interrupting you, man. But we found something you really need to hear. Go on back, Priest is waiting for you.” I nod my head and stride purposely through the garage. This is no ordinary body-shop. Priest owns a street racing garage. The garage is located in an industrial area surrounded by aluminum fencing. It’s about the size of a factory, but inside it is wall-to-wall steel with industrial lifters and equipment. There are at least sixteen cars in various stages of readiness littered around the large space. I pass by Priest’s prized black Tesla and make my way to his office.
Several men in jumpers wave as I pass by. Once I reach Priest’s office door, I step in without knocking. “Priest, this better be good because I was in the middle of something.”
Priest is one of the top trainers in the Confradia. We met seven years ago while he was working on a case. I was fairly new to the Confradia. Priest was on a mission, and I needed some help. He pulled me out of some real deep shit. Let’s just say he wasn’t happy and took it upon himself to make sure I didn’t kill myself. Priest is a badass. To add to his myth, the fucker used to be blind. Yeah, I said it; up to several months ago, he was blind. Even blind, the guy was a well-honed machine that could kill without a thought. The Confradia set him up for an experimental surgery to repair his eyesight. And now he can see. We are amazed. Hunter thinks that Priest sold his soul to the devil or something.
Priest rises from his chair and raises a questioning brow. He’s an intimidating fucker. Which is saying a lot to someone my size. Priest’s about six foot two with wavy brown hair and silver eyes. He’s muscular but not weight-lifting muscular. Sleeker, like a jaguar. The other Assassins and I like to give him a hard time because he’s the ultimate pretty boy. Women literally swoon when the guy walks into a room. It’s almost embarrassing. I remember we went drinking once, and some girl walked up to him and asked him to marry her. No joke. She was a hundred percent serious. Hunter, Micah, and I were speechless. She made some speech about him looking like an angel and being the most good-looking man in the world. Seriously the guy is so pretty that I’ve found myself staring at him.
He let the girl down gently. To be honest, it’s rare to see him with women considering what he looks like. I remember Hunter asked him if he was gay once. He simply quirked a brow and told him that he was one hundred percent hetero.
“So, what the fuck was so important that you had to call me in?” Ignoring my belligerent tone, he turns to his computer and presses some buttons. I move closer to the monitor and look over the information on the monitor. “Holy shit. Is that...?” Priest tightens his jaw, then gazes in my direction, “As you can see, there are repeated transfers of information going from a source in the Confradia to an unknown entity. Whoever took this information tried to make it seem incidental. They made sure to take enough data that it wouldn’t raise suspicion. The person has done it routinely enough to gain a good amount of information during a long period. Knowing that we cross-referenced what was taken with any data that has been used by Christoph and Willem Kazik─it matches. The person doing this is surprisingly crafty. He’d take inconsequential data that no one would think twice about at first. Then, once he realized no one was wise to his plan, he’d download more crucial material. Unfortunately, he didn’t count on anyone stumbling upon his treasonous acts. As a matter of fact, we would never have known if it wasn’t for Hunter’s program. Once Hunter began entering information and looking for matches, all kinds of red flags went off. The bastard has no idea that he has been caught red-handed.”
He presses another button, and a picture with a file comes up. “Meet our Confradia leak, Sam Collins. Sam has been a loyal Confradia employee for sixteen years. That is until he began having money problems. Apparently, Collin’s had gotten in over his head with gambling debts. We’ve researched his financial records and found some suspiciously large money transactions from a foreign bank.” Priest taps his index finger on his desk, emphasizing his point. “He’s the one that gave Christoph and Willem Kazik all of the top-secret Confradia information.” I stare at the picture with a grim look then face Priest and Hunter. “Looks like my work isn’t done after all.”
As I make my way back home, I can’t help but think of the beautiful girl from the diner. I’m so caught up in my thoughts that I don’t notice where I’m going, and before I know it, I’m parked in front of the diner. Unfortunately, the diner is already closed, and there’s not a soul in sight. Sighing with regret, I turn the car back onto the road. I’m several blocks away when I see Santana’s familiar figure walking into a subway entrance. Trembling from the cold, she wraps her arms around her thick jacket and keeps her head down to avoid the breeze. Her long hair flutters in the wind as if tempting me to follow. Observing her retreating form, I sit there for a moment, considering my next step. My throbbing cock tells me to follow her, but my mind tells me that I’m getting in over my head. Before I can talk myself out of it, I turn off the ignition and make my way into the subway’s underground entrance. I’m halfway up the stairs when a female scream catches my attention. My body goes on alert, and rage infuses my senses at her desperate cry. Seeing a man hovering over her, I don’t think as I rush down the stairs, take the man by the scruff of his soiled coat and smash him against a nearby wall.
The man slumps down the wall with a painful shriek that echoes through the empty subway. Before he can get up, I stomp my heel against his face. Blood spatters across the floor, followed by the sound of loose teeth sliding against the ground. The clink of his teeth as they fly across the tile’s surface and land in front of him. He glances back at me with a groan and tries to crawl up, but I kick him in the head and knock him unconscious.
Removing zip ties from my pocket, I restrain his hands and leave his prone body lying helplessly on the floor. I’m not worried, though. I’ll call the Confradia cleaners to pick him up later. I hit him so hard that he won’t be waking up for at least a couple of hours.
Once I’m done, I stride towards Santana and appraise her for any injuries. “Are you okay?” I ask gently. Santana swallows hard before she replies. “Yeah, I’m fine, just a little bruised from sliding down the stairs.” Extending my hand, I help her rise from the soiled floor and lead her to my car. Holding the passenger open, I gesture for her to take a seat and remove the first-aid kit from my glove box. Thankfully, there are no wounds to disinfect or bruises, so I just clean the dirt and grime she collected after her fall. Santana bites her lip and gazes intently into my eyes before she whispers. “Thank you for saving me back there.” I shrug my shoulders in reply. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
I have to stifle a cry when she bites her bottom lip and whispers. “I don’t even know your name.” My heart skips a beat at the husky tone of her voice. I can tell that she’s nervous, which turns me on even more. “I’m Declan,” I mutter back with a note of hunger in my voice. Santana’s eyes widen at the sound of my name. “Declan. Thank you, Declan.”
Glancing around the empty street, I place the first-aid kit back inside the glove compartment, lean close and whisper. “Can I give you a ride somewhere?” To my delight, her eyes glazed with desire, and she huskily replies. “Want to go somewhere and talk?” Taking a deep breath, I mutter. “I know the perfect place.”
I don’t know why I brought her home. Come to think of it, other than my mother, I’ve never invited a woman to my place. There’s just something about Santana that is making me act out of the character. Taking her hand, I lead her into my house and take her jacket. Her eyes widen in awe when she gets a good look at my home. “Wow, your house is beautiful.” She mumbles shyly. Looking around, I frown with consternation. My place is nice, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary, which makes me wonder about her living conditions.
Looking back at her, I quirk a questioning brow. “Where do you live?” I ask casually. Her face flushes with embarrassment before she replies. “In a little apartment in Brooklyn.” Seeing her discomfort, I take her hand and lead her to the living room couch. Her eyes glow beneath the light as she gazes intently into my eyes. “Listen, Delcan, I don’t usually do this, but there’s just something about you that intrigues me and…” She drifts off nervously and looks at me from beneath the fringes of her lashes. She’s so beautiful and innocent at that moment that it takes my breath away.
Leaning close, I caress her cheek and whisper. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Santana. It’s up to you.” Her eyes glaze with desire at my words. Not giving it another thought, I lean close and kiss her perfect lips. The kiss starts out as a soft and gentle nip, then turns into this intensely pleasurable meeting of tongues. Biting her lower lip, I pull her into my lap and slide my hands down her waist.
Her body trembles with desire at the contact of my body, but she doesn’t run away. Instead, she pulls back and begins to unbutton my shirt. Helping her remove my shirt, I unzip the front flap of her uniform and kiss my way down her throat. Her tight, firm body is revealed with every inch, igniting all of my predatory senses. Her beautiful rounded breasts are covered by a simple white bra that doesn’t hide the stiff crowns of her nipples. Groaning with pleasure, I suck on the tight buds and slide my hand down until I reach her cloth-covered pussy. Santana mewls with pleasure and grinds against my stiff cock, opening her legs to give me better access to her needy center. Sliding her panties to the side, I suck her nipples harder and touch her shaven folds. Her hands sift through my hair as soft moans of desire resound through her lips.
I’m about to slide her panties off when the sound of a ringing phone awakens us from our lust-filled stupor. Looking around, I reach down and pick up her phone. My hackles instantly rise when I see the name Connor on the screen. “Who’s Connor?” I ask suspiciously.
Jumping up, Santana takes the phone from my hand and panics. “Shit, I have to take this.” Before I can retort, she zips up her dress and answers the phone. “What’s wrong, Connor?” I watch intently as she responds to the person on the other line, but what shocks me most is when she ends the conversation. “It’s okay, Connor. I’m going now. I love you too.”
Rising from my seat, I adjust my slacks and button my shirt back up. I’m beyond pissed at this point. Without a thought, I shut all of my emotions down. Unaware of my rage, Santana turns back to me and urgently mumbles. “I…I have to go.” Shrugging my shoulders, I pick up her things and walk over to her. I’m not proud of what I say next, but I’m too angry to see reason. “I should have known you’d be a tease. I’ll call you a cab.” A frown mars her face. “What?” She mutters.
Shrugging my shoulders, I carelessly throw her, her jacket and bag, and growl. “For future reference, don’t pick up other men when you’re in a relationship. What a waste of my fucking time.” I mumble carelessly.
Mouth gaping open, Santana takes a step back and whispers. “That was my brother, you asshole. The police called him because our parents just died.” Guilt washes over me at her words. Before I can say a word, she grabs her things and walks out the door. Collecting myself, I follow behind her. “Santana! Wait!” But she ignores me and widens her stride. Thankfully, I’m taller than her and can reach her before she makes it too far. “Don’t touch me!” She slaps my hand away with a deadly glare. Holding my hands up, I take a step back and evenly reply. “Fuck! I’m sorry. Let me give you a ride.” Eyes blazing with rage, Santana shakes her head. “Go to hell!” But she soon loses her bluster as tears begin to rain down her face. Not knowing what to do, I pull her into my arms and whisper. “Look, you can hate me later, but let me give you a ride home.”
Breath hitching as silent sobs wracked her body, she nods her head and whispers. “I need to get my brother. I need to go to the police station.”
The ride to the police station is a wretched one. Santana silently cries in her seat and pretends that I’m not there. Not knowing what to say, I remain silent through her grief. Once I stop in front of the station, Santana turns to me and dejectedly grits out. “Tonight was a mistake. Please don’t follow me in or come looking for me again. Forget I exist.” I don’t reply as I watch her rush out of my car. I don’t need to because I agree. In a short amount of time, this woman has made me feel an excess of emotions, and I don’t like it. I like my encounters to be casual and my life free of complications, and Santana has complicated written all over her. I guess she’s right. Tonight was a mistake. One that I can’t afford to repeat.
SantanaWhy is it that when someone dies, you can forgive their most grievous sins? However, when they are alive, you retain your anger and let it fester until it almost swallows you whole. I look at my stepbrother Connor, who is swallowed by his oversized sports jacket. His shoulders are slumped as he gazes down at the two caskets being lowered to the ground. He looks so young and desolate, trying to look grown-up. But he’s just a boy. Sadness overwhelms me when I see his trembling shoulders and tear-stained face. He’s only sixteen and has known only pain throughout his short life. I’ve tried to protect him, but it has been a difficult task.Now our parents are dead, and all I feel is a relief. What am I going to do with a sixteen-year-old boy? I think to myself. I’m only twenty-one years old. Don’t get me wrong, Connor and I have had it harder than most. Our parents were a train wreck from the moment they met. It was seventeen y
Declan- PresentI control my breathing and take cover behind a wall as I hone in on my target’s location. Holding my gun up near my ear, I listen intently for his footsteps to come closer. Suddenly, a figure darts into the open warehouse door. His footsteps echo in the silence of the empty, abandoned warehouse. I can hear the crackle of his shoes as he tries to stealthily make his way across the floor. Slivers of light slip through some of the broken windows managing to penetrate the darkness of the empty room. I watch intently as the shadow moves closer to my hiding place and let him take a few more steps before I take him. Collins is holding a gun in his hand as he runs his gaze around the room nervously. Before he moves past me, I reach for his gun hand and elbow him in the face. He falls on his back, holding his nose as his gun skids across the floor. Moving forward, I step in front of him and point my gun with its silencer at his head.The bastard rolls over
Santana“Connor!” I call out to my brother as I make my way out of the room. You’d think that after all of these years of caring for him, I’d be less disturbed by the thought that I have treated my brother like a baby. At this point, we’ve both established a routine where he turns off his alarm, and I have to drag him out of bed every morning. “Connor!” I call out in frustration with a solid shake to his shoulders. Anyone would say that an eighteen-year-old should be a little more responsible, but in the case of Connor, they’d be wrong.Groaning and yawning, Connor turns over and gives me a grouchy look. “What the hell San? What time is it?” I look at my cheap plastic watch then back at him. “It’s seven in the morning. Classes start in sixteen minutes. Get up!” He rolls back in the seat and gives me his back. “I don’t want to go to school.”Narrowing my
Chapter 7: Blood will tellDeclanOnce the Confradia men take Collins away, I stroll into the nearest bar, ready to wash away the sins of the day and find an even keel. A small part of me feels bad for Collins because his family was put in a precarious position. But another part doesn’t because he brought it on to himself. Taking a seat on a nearby stool, I gesture for the bartender, Ronny, to serve me a drink.Striding towards me, Ronny gives me a welcoming smile. “Declan! It’s good to see you.” He calls out with delight as he stretches his arm out. Ronny’s old biker with tattoos all over his body and thinning gray hair. His leather Harley Davidson vest strains around his muscled shoulder as he leans over the bar’s counter and shakes my hand. “Hey, Ronny. How are you?” Ronny shrugs his shoulders. “Same as always. Just pounding the pavement every day. How’s it going with you?” I shake my hea
SantanaI’m beyond exhausted tonight. All I feel is relieved when I get to the apartment. As usual, Connor is sitting in front of the kitchen counter with his computer in front of him. “Hey, Connor,” I rest my bag on top of the living room table. Connor nods his head but never looks up from the computer screen. Nothing ever changes. I think with an exasperated smirk. “What’s up?”Connor shrugs. “Nothing.” That’s when I see the picture on the counter. “What are you doing, Connor?” Connor picks up the picture and points it in my direction. “I couldn’t stop thinking about this picture all day. I mean, it doesn’t make sense. Do I have a brother? Is this kid my brother?” He asks. From the set of his shoulder and tight lips, I can tell that he’s going through something. He seems frustrated yet hopeful at the same time.“I don’t know, Connor. Maybe
DeclanI meet Priest as soon as I get to the body shop. “Declan…good, you’re here.” He mutters sarcastically. Unperturbed, I take a seat in a nearby chair and drily ask. “Cut the shit, Priest. You know I’m busy. What is this about?” Priest smirks and walks around his desk to stand in front of me. “Actually, I think it’s best if I show you. Follow me, Declan.” He gestures to the door, takes his walking stick, and walks ahead of me. Even though he had corrective surgery to regain his eyesight, he’s still walking around like he’s blind. I guess it’s taking some time for him to adjust to his new eyes. They’re kind of freaky when you look at them, which isn’t to say that women are deterred.Releasing a resigned sigh, I follow Priest down the corridor until we make it to one of the rooms used to detail cars. Curious, I look inside and see a young man tied to a chair. He looks unharmed.
SantanaOh, my God, it’s him. I can’t believe he’s here and that he’s Connor's brother. When I saw him standing next to Connor, looking so imposing and masculine, I thought I was going to faint. I think fate is laughing at me. How is it possible that the only man I haven’t been able to forget is related to my brother? I catalog his features, trying to figure out how I missed the similarities. Unlike Connor, Declan is rugged and masculine. He hasn’t changed much. His muscles strain against his perfectly fitted suit jacket, and his jaw is firm with fashionable stubble. He has high cheekbones, arched eyebrows, and a patrician nose. His eyes are perfect with long dark lashes, and his skin is a golden hue. I can’t take my eyes off him.Unfortunately, as gorgeous as he is, I can tell that he’s a lot more like Alistair than I thought. I seethe with anger at his words.“Look, I can see that you&
DeclanMy thoughts are a mess by the time I get home. Looking around the first floor of my lavish house with its spacious living room and open concept kitchen, I feel my gut churn with guilt. My house is a bi-level brownstone. The walls are brick with metal buttresses on each corner. Several years ago, Hunter installed a state-of-the-art security system. The doors are reinforced steel, and the windows are bulletproof. There’s a fireplace dominating the living room's main wall and two plush navy blue couches with various colored pillows resting comfortably against the soft material, courtesy of my mother.There’s a gray area rug in navy blue patterns and a sturdy rustic pine coffee table along with the couches. The floors are dark mahogany, and the walls are painted a light sleet color. My offices and my bedroom are located on the second floor, next to my gym.Taking a deep breath, I unwrap my tie and toss it angrily across the floor. As I make my way