Page 2 of The Holy Ghost
It was the firststep to the obliteration of my soul as it existed.
Chapter 1
Phoenix– 2019~
Ishould have been home hoursago.
Normally, ahit took no time at all. They called me The Holy Ghost for areason. And the reason? I wasin and out within minutes without anyone ever setting eyes onme.
When I was working,I was invisible.
When I wasworking, I didn’texist.
Sure, on paper, Iexisted.
On paper, I wasclean as a whistle.
On paper, Iwas a respectable accountant, and I even had a degree in my name that claimed I had the propercredentials to manage someone’s money.
In reality, Iwas the Benetti Family’s number one hitman, and I was good at whatI did. Never missed a mark, and no one ever knew it was me doingthe marking. The only othersouls on the planet that ever knew my agenda were Giovanni Benetti,Morgan City’s Mob Boss, Luca Benetti, the Underboss, and my bestfriend, Ciro Mancini, who just happened to be the Benetti Family’snumber one enforcer.
My hits weresohigh profile that no oneoutside us four knew my kill count. In six short years, I went froma Mafia soldier to the Benetti’s most prolific killer.
And I was fuckinggreat at it.
Granted, whatelse did a person become when they had no soul? And,tonight,I was in NeilHansen’s home waiting patiently to put a bullet through hishead.
Now, usually,my homework was spot on. Iknew everything about my mark before I made my move. And Imeanevery-fucking-thing. Ileft nothing to chance. It was how my kill count was so high and Iwasn’t behind bars for life.
Well,for a couple of lives if they onlyknew.
However, tonight hadthrown me a curve when Neil’s mistress arrived on his doorstep,weeping uncontrollably, claiming to be pregnant with hischild.
Normally,every Thursday afternoon, NeilHansen sent his wife to a luxurious spa salon to get the works. Hemanipulated her into this tradition by convincing her that sheneeded to look her best in case he wanted to whisk her away to TheBahamas at the last minute. Leslie Hansen thought it romantic, butif the dingbat only knew the truth. Good, ol’ Neil sent her to thespa, so he could get his dick sucked by…wait for it…his workouttrainer, who was thirty years his junior and ahe.
Don’t letNeil’s pregnant mistress foolyou. Respectable Neil Hansen had a boatload of sexual proclivitieshe indulged in.
A ship sizeboatload.
So, with hisdick sucked, relaxed, andunsuspecting, it should have been easy-peasy to slip in, put abullet in his head, and slip out.
But, no.
Enter the hysterical,pregnant girlfriend.
Now, whilethere’ve been very few in mylifetime as a Mafia hitman, I didn’t relish killing women. Thewomen I have put down were sex traffickers or worse, if you canbelieve there’s something worse out there. But, trust me, there is.And I’ve never killed a child. I don’t care if you’re seventeen andyour birthday is tomorrow; I’ll wait until tomorrow to kill you.So, there was nothing I could do until the pregnant mistress left.Even if she were evil, she was pregnant, and I’d never take anunborn life. I didn’t care what anyone else’s stance was onpregnancy, but to me, it was a life as long as the woman wasnurturing it.
As a hitman, Ishouldn’t have any weaknesses, but children were one ofthem for me. Probably becauseI knew I was never going to have any. Sure, Made Men had familiesall the time; hell, it was expected. But my chances at a familywere blown to shit the day Frankie left me. I couldn’t imagineanother woman birthing my children, and so I gave up on that dream.Kids held a special place for me because they were the only thingI’d be denied in this life. Sure, it was of by my own hand, butthat’s how I felt.
Or maybe itwas because my own parents were pieces of shit and I feltkids deserved better. Anthonyand Ana Fiore should never have had children, and the only blessingto behold during my younger years was that I had been an onlychild. They only screwed up one life instead of the potential manythey could have. Had it not been for meeting Ciro and Francesca,then Luca, who knows where I might have ended up. Everything goodin me had been for Frankie, and everything strong in me had beenfor Ciro and Luca. They had been my only real family.
The four of us.
And then, oneday, four becamethree.
I shookoff those memories and went back togrowing roots, waiting for Neil to get his hysterical mess undercontrol and gone.
Now, you’reprobably wondering what Neil has done to warrant being offed by theMob, because surely being a sleaze who cheats on his wife and embezzles a bit isn’t thatbad in comparison to some of the evil out there, and you’d beright. Being a cheating scumbag is not death worthy. Though I’venever been of the same mind, I knew plenty of men who couldseparate sex from love. I knew plenty of men who will blow theirloads all over their mistresses and then go home to worship theirwives. Adultery is up there with murder in the Mob; it might be aCommandment, but you can always rationalize it away if you believethe reason justifiable enough.
