Easier said than done.
Eight
Guardian
The phone ringing in the dead of night had me turning to the sound. Checking my watch, I noted the time and it was late. Too late for a courtesy call which only meant one thing and when I only heard one ring, I knew my vacation was over.
Moving towards the computer I entered my password and sat as an unfamiliar face appeared.
It was a job.
A very profitable job.
Someone wanted a young female college student dead.
“And what did you do sweetheart to deserve my attention?” I said into the darkness as I read, noticing who issued the order.
It was an order from Miguel Costa. That family was as dirty as they came. They’d been on my radar for years now. They had balls contacting me. What pissed me off more was that someone gave them my number. When I found out who it was, they were about to be blacklisted. I never associated with the dregs of the world, I eliminated them and the Costa family were some of the worst. Always using less reputable services available to fix their mistakes, they must be really desperate to contact me. I wasn’t cheap and they had to have known I never took on new clients. Of course, this gave me a reason to start investigating them.
I had dossiers on everyone.
My reach was wide and I never left anything to chance.
My job was simple. To rid the world of those who were intent on doing harm to the United States of America. The public believed the American government was there to protect them but they were the biggest players in this corrupt world. Everything from drugs, religion, pharmaceuticals, trafficking, wars, you name it, the American Government had a hand in it. Everything was predicated from within to control those who have been deemed lesser. The fact of the matter was that nothing was off-limits to these fucknuts. Control was everything. Those who had the power and those who didn’t. And as for the sheep, as they liked to call them, well those people were left holding the bag, none the wiser of what was really going on in the world. Oh, a few knew the truth and it was those patriots who refused to bend the knee who were ridiculed and demoralized. Everything was a lie from vaccines to the current state of affairs. The powers peddled propaganda like suckers and the American public fell for it.
That’s where I came in.
It was my job to ensure that those powers never gained their objective.
No one knew who I was or who I worked for but everyone knew of me. My ability to get the job done was unparalleled to anyone on earth. I was in and out before anyone knew I was even there. I left no scent, no DNA, not even a calling card. For all intents and purposes, I was a ghost. When I showed up, powerful men cowered and cried for absolution, which they never received.
I was the person standing between freedom and tyranny.
Reading the dossier before me, I tried to make heads or tails of how this young woman made it into my purview. She was nothing but a simple college student. Got good grades, never in trouble, yet the Costa Family issued a kill order. Why? Moving to my secured laptop, I did some digging myself. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust the dossier because I didn’t. Before I took on any objective, I needed to make damn sure the person of interest was indeed guilty and right now my radar was telling me there was more to her story.
“Donatella Stevens, who are you?” I whispered, as I brought up every bit of information the federal government had on the young woman. As I read her life story, nothing made sense. The young woman recently lost her sister and parents over a year ago and that’s when my alarm bells started going off.
“How did you get mixed up with the Costa Family little girl?”
As I continued to read, I dug into her sister’s death and that’s when something else caught my attention.
“And who are you, Mr. Lorenzo Valentinetti?”
It didn’t take me long to answer my own question. The man was the brother to the head of the Valentinetti Crime family. As I continued to read, I quickly realized that Giovanni Valentinetti was more than he seemed. He wasn’t just another Italian mafia thug. This man had morals. Odd. From what I read, the man didn’t peddle drugs. In fact, his part of Chicago was clean. Well as clean as it could be. He did move guns, which wasn’t high on the Government radar. He worked in conjunction with the motorcycle club in northern California, named the Golden Skulls.
Now, reading about the Golden Skulls was interesting. That club alone was food for thought. On the outside they were hardened bikers who raised as much hell as they could but under cover of night, they worked to stop the trafficking of people. Their leader, Maxwell Doherty, also known as Reaper, was a victim of trafficking at fifteen. Then there was his wife. A woman named Remi Anderson was also a survivor. In fact, the club’s history was intriguing. They were definitely not your typical biker club.
Picking up my phone, I made a call.
“This better be good.”
“I need all the information you have on the Valentinetti Family out of Chicago and the Golden Skulls Motorcycle Club in California.”
“What do you want with Reaper and Giovanni?”
“Jonathan. Information. Now.”
“Fine.” He said hanging up.